angel of the black rose |&| open & introduction

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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] She knew this place would be shitty the moment she encountered it. There was nowhere he could go that could bring her happiness, especially not a place where cooperation was important for success. She hadn't really wanted to return to the clans. She still remembered her father, who hadn't left her with a good impression of what members of any clan were like. They were liars, cheats and they certainly weren't about to care about her. The female could have endlessly complained about everything that was about to go wrong for her. Her luck seemed to be the worst, and her unpreventable behavior didn't help either.

Regardless of such pessimistic thoughts, the serval seated herself within the camp, shifting on her feet as she waited to see whether anyone would approach her. If she was going to remain here, which was probably necessary since she was a member of the Armada, she could at least become familiar with everyone's names. She didn't actually care about anyone and doubted that she ever would, but for as long as she entrapped herself within Riddleclan's borders she'd try to make herself comfortable until she ultimately messed up and was forced to leave. It always happened. No one wanted her around forever, and she'd come to simply accept this. She made too many mistakes and endangered both herself and others consistently.

After a while of her simply standing around and being aloof though, no one seemed to even glance at her. All the npcs scattered around simply continued with their conversations, infuriating her effortlessly. She was trapped here, and now no one was even going to acknowledge her presence? The serval gritted her teeth in annoyance, her gaze darkening from behind her back which was turned to the crowd. She was so tempted to instantly begin yelling at them. She wished she could have proudly declared that she resisted the urge, but watching everyone else happy and smiling just made her extremely bitter. Of course she was going to end up being lone wolf, as usual.

"Hey!"

The female's deep voice called out as she sprung to life, storming over to the nearest group of npcs, obviously angered. "Are you assholes incapable of seeing shit? God!" naturally, her feistiness quickly became contagious, since in an instant one of the npcs rose to their feet and glared back at her. "Do you seriously expect us to notice you when you're sitting in the corner sulking?" Mero didn't even possess the patience to deal with being talked back to, even if their logic was perfect. "What was that you little-" the serval trailed off as her claws sprung from her paws, her gold eyes deadly with poison. "Come at me anyday! I'll tear you face off, you hear?"
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Mero had been ready to throw her clanmate to the ground and show them that she meant business before someone showed up. The female uttered a low snarl, anger bubbling within her chest. She didn't care whether the timber wolf was both older and larger than her. Anyone who got between her and the Riddleclanner who'd insulted her could rot in hell as far as Mero was concerned. She spun around to glare up the archsage, her sharpened tongue ready to be unleashed the moment she decided to defend herself. "What the hell do you want?" she snapped, although she already knew. It was another obedient pawn who was willing to sit contently and follow the standards laid down for them. In her eyes, her clanmate who was trying to stop her from fighting was simply another liar among many.

When Solarflare questioned what was happening, Mero tensed her limbs slightly in frustration. Why couldn't she just be allowed to fight her own battles? "Take it up with this asshole over here!" she retorted, struggling to lock her golden oculars upon her supposedly hostile clanmate who seemed to have lost interest in a rather arrogant fashion. The Armada member looked ready to charge right past the timber wolf and charge the figure regardless of what warnings she was given, but she was struggling to figure out how to pass her. In fact, she looked like she was considering fighting the canine standing before her regardless of how average one could consider her strength to be.
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[shadow=#000,left]♔[/shadow] Why did everyone have to ask the same questions? He was so sick of answering such inquiries when the answer was plain and simple. Nothing that was happening was fine. This was another member of the Armada to speaking to her too, which was frustrating. Although it was likely Mero's fault for being so judgmental, Jack wasn't making a good impression on her. With a small huff, Mero pitched their voice into a somewhat mocking yet bored feminine noise, "of course everything's alright, because in the land of rainbows and smiles no one is ever miserable and we're all friends." After speaking, she proceeded to groan irritatedly, her sharp glare directed at Jack. "Grow up. Of course it's not alright over here!" she wasn't about to repeat the answer she'd offered to Solarflare. Why would she be bothered with repeating herself? It was Jack's fault for not listening to the information she offered.

The leader themselves showed up, which seemed to dampen Mero's mood further judging by the low sigh she uttered the moment he appeared and began speaking. She didn't need these lectures. Couldn't everyone just be quiet and leave her to do her own thing? Her maw twisted into a heavier frown. "Or we could just bash each other's teeth inside the asylum grounds," she commented dryly, looking unimpressed. "This is a place for crackheads anyway," her second comment was rather factual, but it was obvious that she was referring to more than the patients that might have previously dwelled in such a place.

When the lion warned her to not lay a paw upon the medic, Mero's temper seemed to be flaring to the point where it couldn't be controlled. She didn't care whether he was the leader. Solarflare was in the way, and that was her issue. Why was the wolf suddenly so great? The serval shot a hateful glance at the female standing between her and the npc that she wanted to fight, instant distaste spreading across her features. "She's in the way, and she can deal with it!" she snapped, attempting to push past the medic roughly. If he couldn't deal with that, she'd probably end up fighting again. If there was one thing the Armada member didn't handle well, it was obedience. In fact, she was compelled to do the opposite of what she was told to.

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