THE FIRM HAND OF JUSTICE // open + stranger on border

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    "If I fall I will Always
    Pick Myself Up Again"

    		 [align=center][font=gabriola]"The Only Limitations
    Are The Ones I Set"

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    The scent trail had lured him here of all places, BloodClan. It was among one of the last places that he wanted to be, another filthy anti-clan that stood in his path. But today he was not here to start a war with them in particular, he was here searching for a single individual like a man obsessed.




    Maeve.
    He was hunting her because of her crimes. Briareos knew he should have never trusted her, and he regretted giving her a medical rank as well. He had tried to convince himself that he had been a paranoid old man but it soon became apparent that his gut instinct had been right all along.




    The RiddleClan leader sniffed the ground along the border as he tried to confirm that she had come past here. He needed to find her at all costs.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 17px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;]So it seemed like Geneva was the first to approach someone on the border yet again. Didn't anyone ever go out and do stuff? Oh, well. She probably wasn't allowed to go this far from camp, but she was a rebel. Yes, she liked to live the life of danger. Future master criminal here. Total bullshit aside, the snow leopard looked up at the leader of Riddleclan curiously. "Who are YOU and what are you doing here? Are you being a creepy stalker or something?" She asked, a wry smile on her face.
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    [size=8]GENERAL:
    ▪ Geneva Darling | Female
    ▪ Heteroromantic | Asexual
    ▪ 2 months old | September 15th, 2016 | Ages real-time
    ▪ Member of Bloodclan


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ▪ Single | No "maybe" crushes
    ▪ ½ forever alone
    ▪ Sharon xx Amour | Gen ? | No mentor


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ▪ Scared to death of bugs + squishy creatures


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ Snow leopard [birth/main] | health: 100%
    — a small and fluffy snow leopard cub with blue eyes. you can't get much cuter than this.
    — [i]major injuries: none
    — [i]minor injuries: none


    PERSONALITY:
    — innocent, playful, childish, meddlesome, curious, judgmental, superficial, mischievous, a little bit violent
    — an innocent child that needs love, has an interest in dancing, loves playing games and making friends, meddles in things she probably shouldn't be meddling in, judges people based on physical appearance and how 'weird' they are, future master kinkshamer, likes girly things and dolls


    POWERS:
    ★ none


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ No training | Will not start/end fights | Very easy
    ▪ Tries to fight | Is bad at it
    ▪ Attack in PINK
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

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    チェス・ベル[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#000; border: none; width: 450px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 12px -1px rgb(0, 0, 0); min-height: 130px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px; text-align: justify; color:#c9cddf; font-size: 10.4px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 100%;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #9da8d7; height: 100px; width: 80px; margin-top:5px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DYStkK6.png); background-position: center; background-size: cover; float: left; margin-right: 9px; margin-bottom: 3.2px;][/fancypost]a creepy stalker? that was somewhat dramatic, especially for such an adorable young female. but he was indeed sniffing around a little too much, and his reason for doing so was something she could only guess at. even the scent of the clan in question was unfamiliar to the former colouredclanner, and she didn't know who maeve was. but at least it wasn't one of her former clanmates coming to pester her about the corpse she and miles had left in their territory without care. the vampiress joined geneva in confronting the leader of riddleclan, giggling at geneva's comment as she drew to a halt. "well, that's a little harsh! but are you? you're certainly sticking that nose everywhere!" leaning forward, she'd actually attempt to give his nose a playful little tap, barely even acknowledging that he was an unfamiliar figure that she might have been too careless towards. the lion easily towered over her dark-pelted, but chess wasn't someone who should be underestimated despite her size.


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    Blaise snorted, a small bit of smoke coming from his nose as he watched the two and the leader in front of them. The hippogryph stood behind them, watching the leader with curious eyes. What in the world was he here for? He didn't look like any other joiner that had come before. "He looks more like a dude on a mission, yo." He tilted his head to the right at the thought, waiting for any objective to be revealed.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-family:arial;]A stalker? Ew! What the hell! Couldn't live peacefully without wierdos coming up in their territory, sniffing at the ground and stuff. ''My man, are you searching for truffles?'' Damjan appeared out of seemingly thin air, puffing out a cloud of cigarette smoke as he watched the leader with obvious curiosity. He supposed he'll find out soon enough.


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    "If I fall I will Always
    Pick Myself Up Again"

    		 [align=center][font=gabriola]"The Only Limitations
    Are The Ones I Set"

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    A stalker? Were they seriously roping him in as being a stalker?
    Well... he guessed it was partly right since he was hunting down a certain individual but BloodClanners weren't exactly on his menu.




    Quirking a brow he let his gaze roll over those who had arrived, feeling like the only adult at a party of teenagers. He held his ground but partly shut his eyes when Chess tapped his nose, a low groan of annoyance escaping him before he regained his composure.
    "Right... well, I'm Briareos, leader of RiddleClan. And I'm not a stalker, but I am searching for a certain vampire. She committed murder and pretty much shit all over a clan's trust."
    He explained as he puffed his chest out a little more.
    "Have you heard of a female called Maeve?"


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    [justify]"Riddleclan's messy affairs are of no concern to Bloodclan," the blotch covered queen's voice would project itself coolly as she stepped upon the scene. While she was indeed knowledgeable of who Maeve was, she was not about to disclose this to Briareos; indeed, the information he brought to her meant next to nothing presently, other than to reveal a pinch of history about the enigmatic female. Her betrayal of the chaotic-good group had no effect on her feelings towards the recent initiate, as it would be time that proved her loyalty to her new alliance, nothing else. "You should go now," added Amour in a manner that suggested it was not a suggestion, but an order, her amber eyes lit ablaze with an unspoken warning.
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    "If I fall I will Always
    Pick Myself Up Again"

    		 [align=center][font=gabriola]"The Only Limitations
    Are The Ones I Set"

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    The response was expected but not something he wanted to really hear. The lion exhaled slowly as he looked at Amour.
    "Very well, I will respect your wishes. But watch her, she will turn on you."
    Briareos wasn't necessarily giving up on the hunt, but he knew he was alone here and picking a larger fight would only get him killed and he wasn't sure he had any lives left to spare. Dipping his head he would then take his leave, now hoping he had spread the seeds of doubt. With luck Maeve would be cast out and he could finally pounce.


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    [justify]Amour would nod respond verbally, merely flicking her ears at the sound of the lion's resignation and warning. So far, Maeve had given her no reason to mistrust her, and until she did she would not lead a witch hunt against the female. With a lash of her tail, she would observe with narrowed eyes the departing male until she was certain that he was truly leaving. Turning then to her comrades, she would give them a curt nod before instructing, "Let her know about this the next time you see her." After all, she deserved to know if she was being hunted; and it seemed as though she was. With that said, she would begin to make her own leave, making a slight gesture of farewell before allowing her paws to carry her away.


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