every wound will shape me [open, eclipseclan]

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]Now that WindClan was done, it was time to tackle RiverClan. The trek here had been an interesting one: their territory was very similar to what EclipseClan themselves had once dwelled in, a lush rainforest with abundant flora and fauna. Ryan really missed that scenery, actually: why the hell did Neruka change it again? Because she wanted to? He never wrapped his mind around that one. "Hello? I'm Ryan Haywood, Chief of EclipseClan, here to discuss a possible alliance!" The fox called out from where he predicted the border was, river-blue optics scanning around him for any sign of life that wouldn't qualify as prey. Unlike WindClan, Ryan was unsure whether or not EclipseClan and RiverClan had ever been allies in the past- he supposed that history didn't always have to repeat itself.


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    [justify]Another alliance request. Legolas had a feeling Riverclan needed to get out more. Sure, they recently added multiple clans to the alliance themselves, but it seemed most clans came to them. That needed to be changed. He was sure to address that the next meeting. No point in sitting all isolated from everyone else and not taking any initiative. How would that look? Not very good.


    Gears whirring inside of the white wolves mind, the elven prince and leader walked over on muffled soft paws, the only sound that came out of him being his tail swishing behind him calmly and lazily over the undergrowth, upturning leaves and twigs as he passed through. His super senses never did seem to fail him, and he had heard the call from a mile away. Of course, it had peaked his interest, seeing as the call was made for an alliance. That was his job to address, not his clanmates, and so he had found his paws almost automatically walking towards the voice. It seemed that he had gotten used to his new position to the point his body reacted upon instinct.


    Halting infront of Ryan, ears perked up in interest and caution, the wolf dipped his head in respect to the chief. "Le suilon, I greet you my friend. I am Legolas, the leader of Riverclan, and I am all ears to your proposal of an alliance. What can we expect from your clan? And what do you require in return?" he murmured calmly, ice blue gaze calmly resting on the fox before him. It was only then that he realized the difference in size, and he blinked slowly, not giving anything away on his face. For there wasn't really much to give away in the first place. It was an observation, yet the way that people held themselves instantly seemed to negate what size or height they were. The more confident a person felt or the higher rank they had, the more you could feel that they were important and required respect.


    He himself held himself quite high, though not in a way that hinted that he was better than anyone. It was just instinct now, for when he was resting without any responsibilities weighing him down, his demeanor changed completely. It was when dealing with politics that he turned to the calm yet stoic creature he was at the moment. Leadership changed some people, and though he didn't consider himself one drastically changed by the weight, he did feel some difference in himself as he walked around everyday. Everything was his responsibility now, and he had to stand high to let other people know that he would be there to defend them and protect them at all costs.

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    [font=georgia][size=8]An alliance, hm? The cub was interested in hearing such things. Her coffee-hued gaze looked at the fox with curiosity, her formed lumbering next to her adoptive father, the wolf. She did not forget him, but she didn't quite remember where she put her drawing supplies. Strange. The spirits were silent, whcih wasn't uncommon. In fact, Yuna felt more like she was..whole. She watched the visitor carefully.

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    Legolas? An interesting name: not one Ryan had heard before, to be sure. The fox offered a small smile of greeting, dipping his head in silence as he listened to the RiverClan leader introduce himself. The wolf held himself quite well: it was easy to identify the male as a leader, simply from the way he carried himself. Although, despite the reputation that oozed off of the leader in a thickly palpable manner, he offered some sort of respect that Ryan wasn't so sure he deserved. "Nice to meet you, Legolas." The fox finally spoke as a small smirk spread across his face, a typical expression for Ryan once he began growing more comfortable in his environment. Flicking his gaze briefly to Yuna as the female approached, Ryan offered little more than a curt nod to her in greeting: there wasn't much Ryan could do to greet someone he didn't even have the name of, without deviating from his main purpose of showing up at RiverClan's doorstep. "You can sure as Hell expect frequent visits from us, inviting you to events, building events, lending our hand in raids, generally things to connect our groups and strengthen bonds between mutual allies. As for what we'd want back... Let's be realistic here: I expect nothing more than what I give." Ryan answered shortly with a shrug.


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    [justify][ahh I try ///u///]


    Sure as hell. Well, hell wasn't a very reliable place (he would know, having a former boyfriend back in that place) but he wasn't going to start correcting these things. He still had troubles knowing the difference between expressions and actual literal meanings. It was an odd thing to have to do, decipher those tiny hidden codes that people hid just because they were too lazy to properly and formally address something. Suddenly realizing he was criticizing others once again inside of his mind, the leader quickly pushed all negative thoughts out of his head, clearing his mind of anything but the meeting. Personal preferences and problems were nothing right now. He had to get his mind out of the gutter.


    You can sure as Hell expect frequent visits from us, inviting you to events, building events, lending our hand in raids, generally things to connect our groups and strengthen bonds between mutual allies. As for what we'd want back... Let's be realistic here: I expect nothing more than what I give."


    And that was what he had wanted to hear. So often did clans come giving little to nothing of their services and demanding Riverclan do much more. Soon enough the people coming will start demanding each creature in the clan hand over their soul. "Very well. I see nothing wrong with your request, and I will gladly accept it. From now on consider Riverclan and Eclipseclan allies. However there is one thing we need to address before you go. Would you consider yourself Pro, Neutral or Anti clan? This won't affect our alliance, but it may prove useful, which you may or may not find out depending on your answer," he murmured. Oh how he hoped he didn't sound rude in that one sentence, demanding to know their position. What did it matter, really, if someone was this or that? If they were allies you help them nevertheless. Yet, this wasn't for that matter. Alliances were strong, yes, but even stronger were those that had even closer bonds. The Libra Alliance could always use more pro-clans. Yet it all depended on whether or not Eclipseclan even was a proclan.


    As he waited for the reply of the fellow leader, the white wolf glanced down at his adoptive daughter, ice blue eyes still not showing any emotion. A master of acting it seemed. For even when he loved someone so dearly in the face of politics or others he would always put on a mask. He couldn't let others know his weaknesses, and he couldn't let anyone know of his ties either. The moment that Riverclan or Eclipseclan made the wrong move against each other he knew that the easiest targets were kits. Especially kits related to him. Because they instantly expected as a leader, no, as a father for him to have the strong need to save them. Yet, as hard as it was for him to admit it, he wouldn't. He would wait. He couldn't risk his life or his clanmate's just because of his child. Life was cruel. He had learned that the hard way.

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    [justify]( satan how do you even have that much muse?! )


    hecate truly had no place in this conversation between leaders. the cheetah cub wasn't even a semi-high position. hecate was simply a intrigued kid who decided there was no special sign up saying, 'only important people may come and listen!' plus, yuna was here and as far as hecate knew, the other female was just a warrior herself.
    making her way over, the female came and stood beside her father but a few paces back, having her head equal with his hind legs. seemed like a good enough spit to chill while the underweight female listened in on the alliance request. hecate felt she should begin to understand politics a little more, however she knew most would disagree. what would a two moon old cub need to know about politics? it would just be future reference.

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