SCARS LAST FOREVER // open + visitor + alliance request

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    [size=20pt][shadow=navy,left][size=45pt]B[/size]R I A R E O S[/shadow]

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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 large robotic lion strayed towards the BlizzardClan border with an aura of caution. He wasn't sure how this was all going to go down considering the history between their groups, though BlizzardClan perhaps remembered them being the Tribe of Burning Dreams more than anything. He was all too aware of the horrors that Deathstroke all too often wroth here to their people.




    Briareos inhaled deeply as he stood poised at the border with his head raised. He needed to prove that his group had changed, gone back to its roots long before the chaos brought upon them under Oswald's tyranny that had only continued from one dictator to the next.
    "BlizzardClan, I am Briareos of RiddleClan, I have come to speak. I would like to request a moment of your time."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: georgia;]RiddleClan... what was RiddleClan? All these clan names continued to confuse Kamari. There was a lot of them, but she was smart. Surely she'd have them all memorized soon. "Oh um... okay, what is it?" The awkward little tabby asked as she shuffled her paws, nervously pinning her ears back as she began to wonder whether or not this visitor would need to speak with someone of higher authority, like Tama.


    [spoiler=info (updated 12.03)]GENERAL:
    Kamari Marie Deerling — Nicknames include Kami and Mari
    ♀ — Demisexual — Trainee (shp) of BlizzardClan
    6 Months old — Born May 5th
    Single — Not crushing
    Reincarnation of Allyson Deerling Grammaticus


    PHYSICAL: [ Reference ] | HEALTH: 100%
    A small brown dark tabby with jet black markings and stripes, as well as deep brown eyes. Her fur is long in length, though she is very lithe and thin.
    — Major injuries: N/A
    — Minor injuries: N/A


    PERSONALITY:
    — MEDIATOR; INFP
    — Kind, giving, selfless, friendly
    — Awkward, insecure, bookworm
    — Creative, artistic, compassionate


    [color=white]CONFRONTATION:
    Poorly skilled in combat — Prefers not to fight — Easy difficulty
    No known powers
    Attack in bold text or in any other noticeable color
    Can powerplay non-violent or peaceful actions

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]RiddleClan. The name was vaguely familiar to her but Sweetophelia didn't know anything else about them aside from the name. Approaching after Kamari, she remained standing beside the young BlizzardClan Trainee, her pale lilac eyes quietly curious as she gazed at the RiddleClan representative. Was he here to request aid? Ask for an alliance? Those were the only reasons she could think of for a foreigner to come to BlizzardClan "on the behalf" of their clan. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen," the tall Ragdoll cat introduced herself, to at least be polite seeing as Briareos had already given them his name. "I'm sure that if this is something that requires a leader's attention then Tama should be here shortly."
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    info | updated 11/29/2016

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Oh, Tama would have most certainly recognised the name, Tribe of Burning Dreams, had it been used. Things had been settled between themselves and that group, quite some time ago, however. She had no quarrels with them currently, and they had apologised for their past mistakes whilst festering beneath the reign of Deathstroke. Deathstroke being.. someone that she could never quite forgive. Not after all that he had done.. Those whom he had killed.. Friends whom he had raped.. She would never forgive him, and the loitering contempt still lingered for the individual whom was certainly, long-gone.


    Such discontented emotions did not grace her features at the moment, however. Riddleclan was a better name, after all: stronger. Unbound to any distasteful past. It was new, and therefore, cleansed of its mistakes. Or at least, it seemed to exemplify the fact that it was certainly trying. "Ah, hello!" The servaline would offer a vibrant chirp in greeting, steadying herself beside Sweet and Kamari, before shifting her leaden orbs towards Briarios. "What is it that you desire to discuss, Briarios?" Tama would inquire, jaws tugged into that of an airy smile, though her demeanour was curious, restrained, and contemplative as she attempted to anticipate whatever thread of dialogue he would open with.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]I WANNA KNOW THE ANSWERS, NO MORE LIES[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]Deathstroke... he had killed Mercy, hadn't he? Barry had sworn to flay the male as soon as he found him, to avenge the rough collie, but... it had never worked out. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find him- which meant, he was useless, in Mercy's eyes. He would have burnt the male to a crisp and scattered his entrails up the stairs of the floating islands, but... unfortunately for Barry, he'd never managed to track Deathstroke down. Though, he had no other experiences with the male, other than Mercy's murder, but... that didn't matter. That didn't matter right now, so the deputy approached, his pace that of a run (but that wasn't a rarity, of course- the retriever ran everywhere) and skidded to a halt beside Tama, tilting his head, his ears raised, readying himself for what the RiddleClanner had to offer.


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