THE MAN IN THE MIRROR ■ OPEN + NEWS AND JOINER

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    This was not the right thing to do, this was not the reason for Dodger'so grace and this certainly did nothing to ease the pain in his bloody left eye, the verticle gauges Twistedhalo had left still stinging with even the gentlest of breezes. Those words- even in death, Dodger had forgiven him and it was sick . The cougar's paws stunk with the eagle's blood. No matter how much washing was done he could still smell the disgusting, metallic aroma. Dragonblight paused at the border, still aware he stunk of Scarclan, and sat. The anger, it flowed through him once more, mixed with fear and panic and everything that had brought the Scarclan leader to an end and his own being into turmoil. The ounce council member was here to join the very thing he never thought he would be, yet, somehow, his dark heart knew that this was... fitting.




    "Dodger of Scarclan is dead. He's given the clan over to democracy and Scarclan itself is dying. I'm here to join and well-" a tiny smile appeared on the massive feline's lips-"I'm here to join so I can watch it burn."




    Those words had been the largest lie he had ever spoken. He loved Scarclan, it's peopleasy, and especially Dodger. But he could never go back. Dragonblight was a danger and dangers ended up here. In the exiles he'd learn to control himself, he had to. For Dodger. For the grace he had shown him. All of the anger would have to fade away after being stuffed to the max and here, should he go apeshit again, no one was getting hurt. The exiles were his straight jacket, though tears still welled in his glacial eyes.
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    Joiners were common, never really giving much info or interest to the gal, but this one? For obvious reasons, this one caught the dragonesses curiosity. Walking over, her emotions finally becoming somewhat stable, and her body fully healing from previous events, the massive girl shrunk down a bit to the size of a horse, and greeted Dragonbright with a nod and scanning, narrowed eyes.


    "Watch it burn you say? If that's the case, I can fly you there right now and set the place on fire."


    Though Scarclan was a high target on the Exiles list, Bayonetta rarely found herself over there. It was just a place that had no action after all.


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    Now? He didn't gulp though it was quite tempting. The wildcat remained stoic, eying the duo with but a little curiosity. "He was the leader," Dragonblight responded to the child, he himself still being apprentice aged despite his title. It had been given to him by none other than the man he'd slain, another testament to the forgiveness he'd received like the eagle was some kind of mesiah. The wounds burned again as he blinked to take in Bayonetta, quite impressed seeing his first larger than life beast.




    "Burning them now would give them the release of death and that's not acceptable. They need to burn when they're happy. Not when they want it. But thanks for the offer. I'm Dragonpa- ah, Dragonblight, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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    She couldn't help but place a grin on the corner of her mouth; the tom had some interesting stories, and Bayo could tell he wasn't matured age wise, but his way with words and ambitions towards his ex-clan said otherwise.


    Sitting down, folding her wings against her back, Bayonetta narrowed her eyes slightly as Dragonblight corrected his name. She considered for a moment that he could be a spy- they had a tenancy to change names- but hearing the determination in his voice and his story told her otherwise.


    "My, my, you're a rather sinister thinker, hmm? And no, pleasure is all mine, darling; name's, Bayonetta, a Paragon here."


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    He heard the news first. The muscles underneath the metal skin tensed as he walked forwards, expecting something about the Exiles being raided by multiple clans or something about wanting alliances, mouth open as he prepared to cut it short and say 'no' like that but he was never given the chance as the announcement was not what he expected. Dodger was dead. Rick hadn't known Dodger whatsoever but he knew him as the Leader of Scarclan, and now, the former Leader. It seemed that most leaders were dropping like flies and once again he felt a pit of doom swirl in his chest and he suppressed the feeling, blue eyes studying the male who reeked of the enemy clan. He couldn't trust his words but he knew no one would lie about such a big thing and then give their name and ask to join. They'd be dead within a minute if Rick found it was a lie. It meant they couldn't be trusted.


    "I'm Rick Grimes." A beat passed and the cyborg inclined his head to the side as way of showing his gratitude. "I appreciate the information given. And as for the burning, that'll come in due time."



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    Sparrow nodded as she padded over, "Welcome! I'm Sparrow, but you can call me big bird if you'd like." She grinned before turning to Rick and whispering, "I don't trust him..."
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    man, this guy really seemed to have it out for scarclan, but second to boneclan, scarclan was one of his least favorite groups in general. from what he knew of them, a lot of them were small children either physically or mentally, and honestly, aries never thought they put up a good fight during raids. he'd made a capture there once easily. sitting beside his daughter, he aimed to wrap his tail around her, introducing himself to the former scarclanner, " i'm aries, a sentry. glad to hear that scarclan's down on its luck. " the wolf seemed a bit wary, but he wasn't reflective of that in the way he spoke and his body language was calm for the most part.


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    Something bitterly righteous rose in her mouth. Scarclan was Skyclan's enemy and The Exiles, and now Dodger fell like a tree. A celebratory thing for her perodnaly, but in reality it could end up very bad for them all. When new leaders got in power, they thirsted for the change that would make them appear in the history books; wars, politics, etc. It could not effect them at all or drag everyone into another foolish war.
    "Serendibite Valhalla." A half smile shone on her sharp face, eyes still examining what seemed to be a relatively spotless coat of fur. She cleaned hers regularly and it still didn't shine that much and appear as clean and healthy. Something was certainly different, she just couldn't place it.
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    He was blessed with super hearing and found the way they all spoke a little unnerving. With their power, he'd never once assumed thathat the Exiles could be distrusting- though on second thought, with a bounty on almost all of their heads, it should have been expected. He noted Bayonetta's title, paragon, and snickered. Perfect. They named their creatures of respect perfect in their flawed, disgusting world. Dragonblight found the irony amusing and snickered though he quickly recognized the name of the leader and let that smile die. Rick Grimes. The ex Scarclanner hadn't once thought the day would come when he got to meet the male, and certainly not on decent terms. "I um.. I killed him myself. Not sure I'm proud of it, but my memories can help withe any more info you may need," the cougar nearly stuttered but caught himself. Fear was weakness and weakness was not what he had come to this clan for. He'd come to control the power he had... and to do so without consequences. The flames on his paws grew a little brighter with the welcomes. Sure, some seemed half hearted, but it was more than what he expected. Eyeing Bayonetta again for a brief second, Dragonblight then panned the crowd, adressing each welcome with a nod. "It's, um.. great to meet you all as well."




    /Thanks guys! It's nice to meet you all! You can call me Trill <3
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    He killed his own leader? More and more interesting tales just seemed to drop out of the young toms mouth to Bayo. Would she take action to any of it? Of course not, but it meant Dragonblight would just be one of many watched over in her eyes; Bayonetta was a girl of personal gossip afterall. She'd never talk it, but she'd ponder over others affairs in her mind with amusement as if they were her tv shows.


    "Oh bloody *uck, you cut off the big man himself?"


    Though she said big, he was hardly anything such to her in her eyes. Dodger himself was a prisoner here from what she knew, and was hardly a leader action wise to begin with.


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    The name Dodger was only vaguely familiar, but if he'd killed the Scarclan leader she wouldn't complain. Treachery against the Exiles was the betrayal that she'd never forgive, but she didn't care about the other clans. [b]"Aile,"

    as usual, she uttered her first name and then fell silent oncemore.
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