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    A cloud of ferocious winds touched down upon the mountain peaks, as if a tornado was spawning on top. A flurry of raging wings, debris, and lightning whirled and crackled loudly and went on for nearly two minutes before a figure appeared in the middle of it all. It's blue eyes glowed as the power within him surged, and he snarled and flexed his claws into the earth as the winds and lightning appeared to evaporate into his body.


    He huffed and snorted, looking around. He had arrived in the mortal world. The demigod gave a crack of his neck before running and jumping off of the edge of the cliff, diving down hundreds of feet. He twisted as he neared the flat ground and skidded his paws onto the gravel, slowing his fall. He landed on his paws with a thud, dust kicking up around him.


    Haldor narrowed his blue eyes and glanced around, the smell of animals overwhelming. A group must've lived here; perfect. He stepped forward, large paws stepping across the earthy soil.
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    Beni had been wandering around as usual, lustful for some sort of action, when a cloud of dust caught his attention. His lips pursed in curiousity as he began towards in, not hesitant at all to approach the unknown. Yet another weakness. There was no difference between good or bad - to him it was all the same. Whatever he encountered would give him some entertainment no matter what it was.


    As the form of a lion emerged from the mist, his eyes widened, and he increased his speed into a sprint. The lean muscle under his thin coat burned with the new effort, for he was not made for long distance runs.


    "Hey!" He yelled at the figure, trying not to sneeze. "Who are you?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]seeing as benitan had already asked the obvious, the justiciar simply lingered behind his tribemate. a lion? he hadn't seen one of those in a while. horizon continued to eye the stranger as he awaited a response.
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    Haldor perked his rounded ears and whipped around to see a serval running towards him in the distance. In fact, there was another serval coming from behind them. "Mortals." The male muttered. Though their size wasn't intimidating, they still posed a thread, especially since the male was calling at him and showing no signs of stopping.


    Out of instinct, the lion would bare his teeth, muzzle wrinkling, and he would let out a booming roar in their direction. Haldor conjured his sword and kept it under his paw, just in case he couldn't handle them with tooth and claw. "Do not come any further." He warned them. He hadn't an idea that they were apart of the so-called tribe living here and he simply thought that they were rogues, ready to fight him for being in their territory. They were both servals, after all. They could've been a wild pack of servals for all he knew. "Lest you feel the wrath of my sword." Haldor was raised to be kind to strangers, at least strangers that didn't appear threatening, after all. Otherwise, he was brutal as could be.
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    The warning was enough to have Benitan skidding to a stop. He knew well enough he was no match against a lion; still, his wariness did not catch his tongue, and he would pipe up from afar: "Hey, hey, hey! You're on our property, you see!" A childish grin played at his mouth, and his eyes were ever bright. This was the highlight of his week! Being sick had been no fun at all, but if this was the reward, he didn't mind. Looking at Haldor was enough to give the impression of strong and masculine. Benitan was intrigued.


    "What're you doing here? To join the tribe?" He continued on to shout, even though the distance was short enough that it wasn't necessary. Afterwards his face would contort, and he bent over a gave a sneeze almost as loud as the intro to Haldor's arrival.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]Breeze was the next one on the scene, the earbleeding roar from the lion still ringing in his ears. His super senses were immediately alerted and he was next to Horizon and Benitan as fast as he could be. The male let out a soft growl, not exactly the happiest to see a stranger threatening to hurt his adoptive son and fellow tribe member.


    "If you are going to behave like that, it's best you leave this territory." The bobcat growled, self control keeping him from pushing the lion away with a tornado. Just get ready to fight, The archon told himself, standing his ground. "If you're here for a reason, state it. If not, leave."
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    When the other spoke of a tribe, he came to a realization. So this wasn't a ragtag group of rogues. It was one of the clans, or tribes in this case, and he had arrived right in the middle of their territory. He should've recalculated his landing so he was on neutral territory. Well, there was no turning back now.


    Haldor looked to Breeze, and from his actions, he appeared as a high rank. Still, the lion showed no sign of submission. How could he let these mortals show dominance over him, a demigod? Besides, none of them had proved themselves worthy of his respect. So, Haldor relaxed, now not looking aggressive. He padded forward, carrying himself with dignity. He looked down upon the leader, icy blue eyes glinting. "My apologies." Was he sorry? Not really. Why should he have to apologize? He was preparing to defend himself. "When a threat presents itself to me, I usually... deal with it." Haldor's voice, accompanied by a Scandinavian accent, was calm. He gave a glance to the two servals, giving a swipe of his tongue across his fangs.


    He turned back to Breeze, flicking an ear. "I was intending to find a group like yours. I'd like to join your ranks." He had chosen to leave Valhalla on his own after shifting into a new animal body. He wasn't on very good terms with his father, so he decided a break from that world would serve him well.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]Breeze relaxed ever-so-slightly as the stranger apologized. he gave a nod of his head to the apology, but still remained somewhat tense, as the lion still appeared threatening in his eyes. "Understood," He said with a slight huff, still feeling tension in the air. The bobcat tilted his head to the side as the lion requested to join, feeling odd at the change of attitude. He was reluctant to invite the stranger into his tribe, but he knew that they could be a useful addition. So despite a little worm of worry he felt about the lion, Breeze nodded his head. "Alright then, welcome to the tribe of endless summers." The archon greeted, "I am Breeze that blows Through Prairie Jutos, pleasure to meet you."
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    Haldor debated on saying his name. It was only proper, as his father always told him, but the other side of him said that they would learn his name in time and he would give it when he wanted to. The lynx said his name, though (why was it so long, he wondered). The lion would grunt, "Haldor Odinson."
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    [justify][size=10][font=georgia]The slim black tomcat was adjusted to appearing small in comparison to his Tribemates; in comparison to Haldor, he was positively tiny. That being said, there was clear purpose in his steps and some sort of unidentifiable power simmering like boiling water in his golden eyes, though he was far from intimidating. "Harrier that Swoops through Dusk...you can call me Harrier." he swished his plumed tail, studying the son of Thor for a long moment before speaking again. "Welcome to SummerTribe, Haldor Odinson. Would you care for an explanation of our lifestyle or a tour of our territory? Living here is very different from living alone, I must warn you."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]oh, so he was one of those 'i'm better than everyone' types. reminded horizon of dancer, although he hadn't seen that stuck-up reindeer in ages. "name's horizon. i'm the justiciar and prophet here, so if you ever get sick or injured you gotta take it up with me," horizon huffed. he had no time for entitled demi-whatevers.
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