TAKE ME TO CHURCH//OPEN+CAPTURED

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 450px; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;]Viktor had quite the nose. He was a natural tracker, as his ancestors had been, and his senses had let him straight to a patch of blood, fallen fur, and a strong yet unfamiliar scent. The bear's hazel eyes narrowed and he rose up, glancing around warily. This was a crime scene.

He chuffed and looked over his shoulder towards the valley and he grunted loudly so someone could hear, "Someone had better come take a look at this." Viktor didn't recognize this scent, but maybe someone else did.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;]A soft pitter-patter of carefully placed paws interrupted the silence that fell over the scene, and a trained ear could detect the sounds of someone trying really hard not to trip over their own feet. Someone was coming, just not the someone Viktor was looking for. No, 'twas the shining golden eyes that lit up with curiosity, only to darken beneath a furrowed brow as she inspected the emptiness with confusion. Conduit attempted to approach smoothly like a natural predator, but her youthful excitement gave her gait a likeness to a snail in a hurry. Glancing at the strange bear with whom she had never met, Connie inspected the crime scene like the detective she was born to be, or something.

Obviously there was blood and fur and some strange smells, but only having escaped the confines of the nursery a mere week before, the pretty young girl possessed little knowledge of the real world. In fact, she had never seen anything like this before. So, she just took a guess. "Was somebody taken?" queried Connie inquisitively, looking towards the older male for a response with expectant yellow eyes.

[sub][spoiler=info | updated 10/2]general
- hadrian mortis x wendy darling
- adopted by megaera darling
- timber wolf with golden eyes | hawk wing mutations
- athletic build | on the small side
- female | feminine pronouns
- braids flowers into her scruff

interaction
- herteroromantic heteroflexible
- single | no crush
- difficult mentally | easy physically
- ability to glow, conjuration, elemental powers
- lawful neutral, seeker of justice, strong moral compass, naive, courageous, extrovert, mannerly and courteous

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"Pyrepup." Knowing names was something he was good at. Whether he actually even spoke to anyone was up in the air, but he'd always know their name. It was a force of habit, he was from a place where calling anyone but their name or proper title would get you a good cuff upside the head or worse. Titles he didn't care much for, he had never been the type to refer to anyone as their rank as it was trivial and nonsensical silliness that wasted time in his opinion. If you wanted to show your rank you showed it, physically. You took control, you made things happen. And he? He was a guardian wasn't he? It slipped his mind on occasion and had taken him a while to figure out exactly what it was he was expected to do, but the moment Iconoclast stepped onto the scene he moved with a purpose.
The smell of light smoke and fresh rain permeated his coat like a natural scent, his lone blue eye narrowed thoughtfully. He recognized this smell, he had gone to the Rebellion once in his lifetime to drop them from allies to neutrals back when he lead BloodClan. He wondered who lead it now-probably not someone he knew, which was all for the better. He didn't need anyone recognizing him and getting aggressive immediately.
The joint was moved from his mouth as he came to stand next to Conduit, put out in the ground and left nothing but the smell of burnt dirt and ash.
"Rebellion of Terminus. Looks like they captured him judging from the blood." You didn't bleed if you went there voluntarily. "Viktor, you've got a good nose yeah? Want to lead us there? I'm afraid I don't quite remember the directions to get to the place, but I know the general area. We should set out a patrol now to investigate before the trail gets cold."
This was usually Johnathon's thing but the wolf was a) getting over a pregnancy and b) deputy now.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"The Rebellion of Terminus?" Chervil would resound, tone expressing a sense of genuine surprise. Something seemed profusely unusual, about that.. But it was the only trace they happened to have. Cherviltea just couldn't imagine why they, of all clans, would attempt to capture one of their members, all of a sudden - nevermind the fact that they had taken a child. "We'll go over there and ask for them to hand Pyrepup back, and if they decline, we'll have to assemble a raid, instead." Given that the Rebellion of Terminus weren't usually somewhat troublesome, and weren't so much as listed as an enemy, which made this particular situation uncanny in general. "Viktor, do you want to lead the patrol?" The collie would inquire, aureate orbs shifting towards the male as he spoke. He wouldn't mind leading it himself, but he'd give the newcomer said chance, too, especially considering that Iconoclast had already pointed the individual out.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 450px; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;]So a pup was stolen? Viktor frowned in concern, not liking the idea of someone stealing one of their little ones. Did this 'Rebellion of Terminus' harm young ones? Keep them as prisoner? Kill them? It was not right to harm the innocent pups in his opinion. These people just sounded cruel.

Viktor perked up when he was addressed by Iconoclast and Cherviltea. They wanted him to lead the rescue party? He felt honored, but he was hesitant. "I...would be glad to." The bear answered, his facial features still expressing concern for the situation. "But I'd like for someone familiar with ze directions to come too. I 'ave never been to zis "Rebellion of Terminus"." The name sounded strange to him. Who was Terminus anyways, he thought.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Don't worry, I'll be coming along too, to make sure that things will go smoothly." Cherviltea would offer Viktor a nod. Perhaps, seeing as he was going, it seemed obvious that he should have taken the lead - but he wished to see how Viktor would perform in that position, nevertheless. He wished to give others the opportunity to execute said tasks. Even though getting Pyrepup back was their first priority. Cherviltea could only hope that this had all amounted to some sort of mistake, in all honesty, but at the same time, he wouldn't be surprised if the Rebellion of Terminus were eager to make a few more enemies, to make themselves relevant again, or to stand by some of their currently existing allies.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]♛pup stealing. it seemed as if there was a lot going on circling the younger members of the clan. it sent a worry some feeling down her spine. the regally posed child pads over with an inquisitive look upon her muzzle. this couldn't be good. she had siblings, younger siblings who were just as vulnerable as those taken, herself included.
taking a place next to her younger sister, marissa's hazel gaze flickers over the older members of the clan as they start to organize a search and rescue party. "is there anything we should do, viktor?" the young wolf inquires looking over at the large bear in charge of it all. while she was a pup, it seemed right to offer assistance.
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marissa darling ♛ female ♛ two months ♛ pup ♛ windclan ♛ demisexual heteromantic
Physical
timber wolf (current/main) ♛ white with cream overlay with grey and russet brindle ♛ hazel eyes
Traits
perceptive ♛ sociable ♛ manipulative ♛ charismatic ♛ eloquent ♛ perfectionist
History
first born of hadrianxwendy ♛ raised by megaera darling in winclan
Powers
developing overtime
Other
physically easy ♛ mentally easy ♛ pm for capture ♛ maim ♛ torture ♛ kill ♛ open for all plotting ♛ attack in #ff5533 ♛ ages on normal time ♛ aug 1st

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: none; width: 450px; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;]Viktor tried to remain calm as everything threatened to overwhelm him. They wanted him to lead a rescue party, though he had never done so before. He would try his best, however. Albeit he was new to the clan, these were his new comrades.

He nodded and said, "We should hurry, then. Do you think zis is enough people to go?" He wanted to make sure that they weren't outnumbered by the Rebellion.

Viktor turned towards Marissa and gave a light sigh. He knew how eager cubs could be, but he feared for her safety. What if she got captured or hurt along the way? "I need you to make sure you and all of your friends are safely in camp. Zis Rebellion of Terminus...they might still be here and they might want to steal more kits." He didn't want to risk her safety by her staying out here.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"This should be enough." Cherviltea would sport Viktor a brief nod - the Rebellion of Terminus wasn't a clan that seemed overflowing with individuals prepared to take up arms upon immediate prompt to do so. Or at least, not to his knowledge. He still happened to have the slight impression that there was no way that this couldn't be a mistake.. Unless the Rebellion were seeking to pick fights with clans that could probably double their size, perhaps.

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The pale tom nodded curtly, "A small party of enough force is preferred. We want to be able to defend ourselves in the chance of an unprovoked attack, we want to look threatening enough they may simply hand Pyrepup over BUT we do not want to look too intimidating as to scare them into a panic. If they think we're coming purely for a fight they may not even consider peaceful negotiation."
He'd learned a well-rounded group of adults was enough to put the fear in others, enough to drive home a point. Taking younger cats might be an insult to this grip as well as there being concern for their safety.
"Lead the way, Viktor. Once we're in the territory I can probably tell you where the camp is. My memories decent, but I've only ever been there once."
Once. To decree them scum to be wiped off BloodClan's paws in a violent assault.
Here's hoping no one remembered him.
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