DEAD HEARTS EVERYWHERE || territory destruction

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    okay, maybe blizz's joke was kinda a fail for the large dragon, so they tried again.
    first, they masked their scent with exile scent, and turned into their kitsune body so no one can suspect. using their elemental powers, they then set part of the territory on fire. "Ah, nice." echo would murmur as they then turned into their dragon body and smashed a hole in the middle of the fire. to make that dramatic, they also shot lightning bolts in the air, just for fun. Blizz didn't decide to leave a message, and ran off in their kitsune body.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=verdana]Asriel was not very happy to have smoke billowing across the land, filling his lungs. The anthro coughed into his sweater, eyes full of worry as he looked around for his golden flower patch. They were all going to burn! No, Asriel needed to get at least one of the flowers so he could regrow it. The goat felt like crying.


    At first, he was confused at how this started. Upon seeing the lightening bolts, Asriel knew it must of been an act of some form of terrorism. "S-Someone! There's a fire!" He squeaked, running toward his patch of flowers as the heat got closer.



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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify]★ Neoptolemus shifted into a dragon, taking the biggest buckets he could find into all four claws as he flew over to the river, picking up some water, splashing it over the fires. He returned to the river, doing it again until the fires were out. He landed, shapeshifting back into his normal form and looking back at Asriel. "That was Shadowclan," Neoptolemus said, rolling his eyes as he picked up the scent. Regardless of what scent they carried, Neo was just going to blame Shadowclan. Besides, fuck were they doing disguising themselves with an enemy's scent if they were just going to get the same reaction? Pah, what an idiot. See, maybe I'd be impressed if you did this much more strategically. But sadly you're a fucktard and an idiot, the seraphim thought, looking off into the direction of Shadowclan.


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    [font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]"These fuckers back at it again?" The male inquired with an annoyed growl. Inhaling, he could smell Exiles, but he knew no matter how macabre that group got, they wouldn't stoop so low as to pettily destroy some territory.
    "I like the attempt to disguise the scent," the Throne of War chuckled coldly. Glancing about, not much damage was done. There was a huge black patch, boo hoo. It wasn't like they needed this territory for too much longer.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=verdana]"They burnt my flowers!" Asriel said lightly. Floppy ears seeming even more droopy and shoulders hanging in a slouch. He was a little wet from the water, too. Frankly, the wet hair and shining eyes was kind of adorable. Asriel took a shaky breath, trying not to cry in front of the two. B-Beat t-them up, Bubbles."[/b] Asriel whimpered. Since he joined, he'd actually taken a liking to the name 'Bubbles' and wouldn't call Neo otherwise.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]The virtue approached with a frown, glancing at the seraphim and throne of war through calculating amber eyes. Though amusement also sparked in them as he rasped through his smoker's lungs "I don't think ShadowClan's learned their lesson with fire yet," but his amusement quickly died off as Asriel began to lament. Druggie had taken quite the liking to the kid, and he glanced over sympathetically, speaking "We can grow more, I have flower prints, what kind were they?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 380px;][justify][font=verdana]"They were Golden Flowers. I-I brought them from home." Asriel said with a sniff, looking up at the male with shining optics. Asriel got those all the way back from The underground! He would have to go all the way back to get some more, and even then, he might not be able to handle it. Last thing granted was for Flowey to come back.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;][justify]★ He looked towards Asriel, smiling warmly. "Maybe you can pass me on a memory of your flowers and I can grow them as precise as I can," the wolf suggested.


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