YOU SHALL DRIP RUBIES // open, dual-alliance

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]The tom was getting antsy sitting around in SylvanClan for prolonged periods of time with little to do. He thought it would behoove him to have a second place to go to, somewhere else to call 'home'. Of course, he used that term loosely -- his home was with Lucy and Johanna. One was dead and the other was, well... She was gone. He pursed his lips at the memories of his wife and daughter as he edged near the border. The Council Member swiped his sandpaper tongue across his lips as he took a seat, calmly waiting for someone to come along and ask for his name and business.


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    Looks like the clan drunk was here first. Though, he wasn't drunk at the moment just a little buzzed. His light purple eyes looked over them before offering a friendly smile, "Hi there. Name and business?" Sage asked, taking a moment to look over them before sitting down. [/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 445px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; margin-top: -4px;]Don bounded to the scene with a quirk of his eyebrow. Don had strong feeling towards Sweeney, and it was definitely not a good feeling. It was a disliking feeling, nothing more, nothing less. However, Don stood around and impatiently waited for Sweeney to state his business.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]The call of name and business was all too familiar to the black smoke. In truth, he was glad it was so simple. No one would question his past, have to hear the horrors he endured. He could simply be those few simple words he used to answer. "Sweeney Todd. I'm looking for a dual-alliance. I currently reside in SylvanClan." The words were gruff, however that was just how his voice was. He wasn't sure why this would be problem, seeing as the two were allies. His black eyes flitted over to Don, noting the odd expression on his face. Sweeney was a rather intimidating creature and he recognized it. Massive and brooding, hollow circles beneath pitch eyes and ramrod straight posture. It wasn't uncommon for others to dislike him -- he'd grown numb to it. Frankly, he'd grown numb to everything.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 445px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; margin-top: -4px;]Don didn't find him intimidating, he just didn't like how blank Sweeney seemed. The abnormally massive tiger would dip his head as a greeting to Sweeney. "I don't see why the hell you wouldn't be able to have a dual alliance." Don conversationally said with a shrug. "Welcome to ThunderClan, the people here call me Don. Sweeney Todd's a pretty dank name." He admitted. He's never heard that name before, but Don still didn't like Sweeney. He'd never admit it, but he felt as if his power built off of fear by the members was being threatened by Sweeney, since ThunderClan seemed to have easily scared members in Don's eyes. Don wants to be the alpha male and he'll make that well aware. They both had similarities--massive creatures and not all that pretty to look at.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Blank was definitely a good way to describe him. He used to be different, used to be full of life. That was a long, long time ago. Before his whole world was ripped away from him and he was forced to live less than whole. He had hoped to come home to his wife and daughter, hoped that he could continue on with what he used to have, but his hopes and dreams were crushed. He learned that that pious vulture of the law had taken advantage of his dear Lucy, causing her to kill herself. As for Johanna, his little lamb, she was gone. Probably off living with some other family, oblivious to the horrors her parents had endured. That was probably for the best. He blinked cold, black eyes and regained reality. "Thank you, Don." He murmured, his face contorting into a smile that was more teeth than anything. He couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled a real, true smile. He saw no point in doing so anymore.


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