FIERCE AS A LION — BLIZZARDCLAN RESCUE RAID

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]How many of her clanmates had the Cartel taken? Three. The number might not have seemed significant on the paper but the numbers weren't the point - it was the individuals. Pierce, Eren, and Çelina. They were all members of BlizzardClan, and therefore they were under her protection. What breed of leader would she be if she had simply decided to sit back as the Cartel acted upon BlizzardClanners with impunity? This would not stand and she would see to it that the Cartel understood that.


    Stepping into Cartel territory, Sweetophelia glanced back at her clanmates, a silent reminder in her palely shaded eyes. Their ultimate priority was in reclaiming their captured clanmates. She had no desire to linger on Cartel territory much longer - they were a filthy band of criminals, drug peddlers, and whores who sold their bodies not out of necessity but greed for a meaningless currency. The Cartel had truly overreached this time.

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    The Cartel seemed to be the place where all good things died, and the stench of pure evil hun gin the air like a nasty smog. Wrinkling his nose, the angered deputy landed beside Sweet, his gaze flickering suspiciously around the land. He was looking for the three clanmates they had come to take back, and he wasn't leaving until each one was rescued. Fur bristled, the macawnine released a growl from his throat, looking around on high alert.

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    Mastermind had captured two of the three they were here for, so if course the female was there. However, she did not look worried in the least; in fact, a smug smirk pulled at her lips while looking at the Blizzardclanners. They wanted to save their friends. How cute. The large blonde female rose a fictional brow towards the leader of the raid, blue eyes narrowing. "Why, hello there sweetpeas. I don't believe we've met before, no?" Tilting her head, the tigress sat down, pretending to be oblivious to the raid. "Something troubling you, baby?" Her face got colder at the question, eyes widening.


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    Mastermind | 17 months | single | The Cartel and The Elite | Female | Guard(HP) of The Elite
    | Masochist | Sin of Pride


    Traits
    Tigress (Main) | Cold, blue eyes | wears a hot pink bow on head | Blonde fur
    | Very tall, has sharp claws |


    Personality
    Beautiful, loves dressing up | enjoys pain and torture | feels no love or affection for anything, no matter how kind | maniplulative, cruel | loves the suffering of others


    Relations
    single | no crushes | no love interest | no maybe crushes | 1/7 of the 7 deadly sins | 1/13 of the sins/virtues


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    "Hmph! Is this all that BlizzardClan could send? Where's Tama? Normally she's here leading the charge, but this is downright pathetic."
    Deathstroke scoffed loudly as he padded over in a casual manner. He knew that Tama was gone but he hoped to hit a sore nerve with those who had come along. He was eager to see if the new BlizzardClan leader was worthy of his time, like Feliks and Tama before them. It was his own personal tradition to piss off BlizzardClan leaders.
    "They're probably feeling butt-hurt over having their members spending their holidays here in our care."

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    [font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']"Tama is dead, keep up," Mikasa voiced, shaking her head harshly, not really affect due to the fact she had never met the girl as she had joined after the past leader's death. The small girl bounded after the two, fur fluffed up from both cold and aggression. Her grey eyes were livid as they focused on both Mastermind and Deathstroke, nose flared as her lips curled back over her teeth. "Give him back! Where is Erin?" the six month old snapped as she turned towards Deathstroke, easily recognizing the scent that had wrapped with her brother's when he disappeared.

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    [center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:140%;font-family:verdana]He had dodged a massive bullet the last time BlizzardClan had raided this place. No one had noticed him, they had been victims to a majority of Cartel taunts and wisely backed off, but now... what was stopping them? Confidence again? He'd hope not, for all the shit he had given his former clan for abandoning him after he stepped down, they were still a group he wished to avoid in his quest for justice for they had yet to do nothing wrong. Would they understand his reasoning? If BoneClan didn't, they wouldn't, and that was what he was fearful of. Being portrayed as an outcast from their inclusive society for trying to make it even better.


    Hanging around the backs of the gathered clanmates, Feliks watched with wary eyes, having no interest in fighting with a broken leg. Though, his reluctance went a step further, and he found himself saying nothing either - an oddity in raids as WindClan and ShadowClan were quick to find out. He'd defend himself if this was the straw that broke the camel's back, but he wasn't gonna start fights.

    "Give back the crybaby? Nah, I'm not done with his sorry ass. But I'll tell ya what I'll post bits of him back in the post fer ya."
    Deathstroke erupted into a loud bout of laughter as he muscled his way towards the BlizzardClanners, eyeing Mikasa with interest. The young generation seemed to have the most backbone, a pity the adults couldn't compare.
    "Tell ya what, we'll give back those we captured for the right price. Make an interesting offer and maybe you get to go home intact as well. I wouldn't want to mess up my fur with your blood."

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]It was fortunate then, that hiding behind the line of other Cartel members protected Feliks from Sweetophelia's notice. "No, we have not, and the time before I met you was certainly a missed pleasure indeed." She cast the general area a contemptuous glance, silently extending her Super Senses to focus on the location of the captive BlizzardClanners. "I've heard that your kind has an affinity for talking smack but is this truly the best the Cartel can offer?" Her pale lilac eyes were flat. "Well, I can't feign surprise. No one ever pays to hear your kind talk." Even their leader, Bill Cipher, the once powerful leader of the Exiles, now whored himself out on weekends for a shiny penny.


    "But I grow tired of listening to the idle talk of whores, murderers, and rapists." These labels could not be denied - members of the Cartel had long strode up to the borders of prouder clans, offering to sell their bodies for a worthless currency, they murdered whenever things went wrong for them, and their leader was perhaps the most profilic rapist, second to only Reindeer. That said, the BlizzardClan leader moved into action, focusing on the one Cartel member who first addressed her. Combat had never been her most favoured inclination - Sweetophelia had long preferred to study history (the history of the Seven Kingdoms and the longer history of Targaryen house back when she was but a child living at King's Landing) and dabbling in politics, a preference that had brought her to BoneClan and BloodClan in the past before. But despite that, Sweetophelia had also possessed the sensibility of studying all that she could. Civility was preferred but murderous brutes such as the Cartel could not be spoken to on any reasonable measure.


    As an apprentice she had been taught under Melantha in BloodClan and Feliks in BlizzardClan, and their instructions had not been forgotten by her even as she moved onto her second life. Her pale lilac eyes narrowing as she eyed the other female, Sweetophelia lunged forward. The other had the advantage of superior weight but based on her earlier words, Sweetophelia sensed that she was not the most clever opponent. Step-siding, proving her earlier move to be a feign, Sweetophelia turned on the other feline's unprotected flank. The BlizzardClan leader would rely on her powers and speed, as she ordinarily was inclined to do.


    Her pale lilac eyes briefly flickering back to Mikasa, she silently willed for the younger girl to go seek out her brother and the other two BlizzardClan captives - Pierce and Çelina. The rest of the patrol could take on the Cartel contenders but they only needed a small number - perhaps even one individual - to slip past the fighting and retrieve their captured clanmates. Her pale lilac eyes narrowing as she looked back on her opponent, Sweetophelia unleashed her attack. It was a fierce blast of fire directed towards the greater bulk of her body. Sweetophelia had previously possessed control over all of the elements but since her death and subsequent rebirth, she had been brought up in a more traditional Targaryen setting and thusly had not regained mastery over the other elements. But for now, this would suit her just fine.


    Her mouth tightening into a firm line, the BlizzardClan leader suddenly disappeared. Only a moment later, the tall Ragdoll reappeared, this time on the opposite side of Mastermind's body. Just in the case the female had dared to think that she could escape the fire, Sweetophelia unleashed a second wave of red-hot fire. She was unrelenting in her assault.
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    "Tama? Dead? Gosh, took her long enough." The female snort as she eyed the blizzardclanners, only to feel pain grow near her. It was the new leader attacking, and her blue eyes dart towards the ragdoll feline and she snarled to make her own blow, but it was only seconds later when another pain hit her suddenly. Only this one felt good, and the female couldn't hold back a smile as her blood soaked her coat. Pain. It felt so wonderful and nice. Mastermind turned to Sweetophelia with a cold grin on her features. "My, someone really wants business done, no? Little one-trick shows like you should know when to find an opponent worth their time." The larger female unsheathed her claws and aimed to strike the leader in her neck violently. Eyes growing pale with absolutely excitement and sweet, lustful pain, the feline cocked her head to one side. "Just as little sweetheart Deathstroke said; you're going to have to pay. Or even better. I'll return them in one piece if I can have one of you guys here instead!" A cackle of amusement came out of the tigress, lifting her chin. "So? What's it gonna be?"


    [center][spoiler=info]The Basics
    Mastermind | 17 months | single | The Cartel | Female | Real name is Tomiju Umi Yokovich
    | Masochist | Sin of Pride


    Traits
    Tigress (Main) | Cold, blue eyes | wears a hot pink bow on head | Blonde fur
    | Very tall, has sharp claws |


    Personality
    Beautiful, loves dressing up | enjoys pain and torture | feels no love or affection for anything, no matter how kind | maniplulative, cruel | loves the suffering of others


    Relations
    single | no crushes | no love interest | no maybe crushes | 1/7 of the 7 deadly sins | 1/13 of the sins/virtues


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    "Disgusting," Mack scoffed at the Cartel members. Clearly, the macawnine thought they were either uncivilized or simply a bunch of barbaric criminals with nothing better to do than snatch innocent people. But stupid is as stupid does, he thought. Curved talons digging into the earth, there were no more witty comments left to exchange. All that was on his mind was digging his claws into some flesh. Spotting Mastermind attempting to attack his leader, the deputy launched into action. The bright male aimed to distract the femme by trying to fly over her form, and while levitating out of decent reach, he would try to claw the wildcat's flanks with his hind claws. If successful, he would try to swoop up before the counterattack.

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    RYŪSAKI "RYUU" IKURUSABA ━ THUG OF THE CARTEL

    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.5pt; color: #c0c0c0]"Ano..." Ryūsaki was hesitant. Very hesitant. He usually did not fight - he tried to avoid conflicts but these people were trying to hurt the members of the Cartel and had insulted them too. While BlizzardClan wasn't wrong as their business was rather taboo according to a majority of the clans out there, Ryū felt insulted to. He didn't give his body up for anyone. He never murdered and he never did force himself onto another person. The former RiverClan Lifeguard would frown slightly, unsure of what to do as he looked at Sweetophelia, Mikasa, and Mack - the only three BlizzardClanners that were currently on the scene. He didn't want to fight none of them, if he were to be honest, but he didn't want to be anymore pathetic than he already was.


    Ryū pushed a huff from his mouth and his blue gaze fixed themselves onto MACK as the other had jumped to attack Mastermind. That's no good - fights should be fair if to be had at all. He guessed the Cartel didn't really care for this rule, but he certainly did. Swallowing thickly, anxiety gripping his heart tightly, the coydog bounced forth towards Mack. His eyes altered their colors, his sclera turning black and his irises crimson as his kagune sprouted from his back. It'll be fine. This'll be fine. I just gotta... I just gotta help. Ryū was terrified, if he were to be honest. As Mack flew above Mastermind to try to distract her, the ghoul launched himself upwards towards the BlizzardClan Deputy, his mauve and crimson tendrils hardening as he attempted to slam one of his tendril's into the bright hybrid's side with enough force to knock him off course from his attack. The attack itself was messy. He was untrained and he rarely used his kagune for fighting anyhow. Ugh, he felt like he was going to get beat up but that didn't stop him. Determined as ever, he'll steel his resolve and try to fight, practically going against all that he was to protect his home and to prove he wasn't weak.

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    [font='Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif']"You you touch him or I find out you touched my brother I will kill you!" the child snarled viciously, shaking her head. "I'll pay you nothing for what you wrongfully stole! He was already mine! They were already ours you bastard!" Another harsh jerk of her head served to illuminate her point. Dark colored grey eyes flicker to Sweetophlia, and catching her glance, she didn't bother to take any other interpritation than that of being released from her bond to wait and the lithe black feline lept forwards, dodging around Deathstroke - she would deal with him some other time, she need to find Erin first (and the others too, though they came after Erin was accounted for and checked and no longer deemed to be in danger).


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    Suddenly distracted by whatever-the-hell that deputy was, Mastermind snarled as more pain seeped into her. She noticed Ryū helping, though, finally being worth his time, and a thin grin passed her lips as blood dripped from her coat. She quickly turned and bared her teeth, aiming to snap at Mack anywhere she could. They sure we're persistent, weren't they. It almost amused Mastermind a bit, but she had no time to to express those feelings.


    [center][spoiler=info]The Basics
    Mastermind | 17 months | single | The Cartel | Female | Real name is Tomiju Umi Yokovich
    | Masochist | Sin of Pride


    Traits
    Tigress (Main) | Cold, blue eyes | wears a hot pink bow on head | Blonde fur
    | Very tall, has sharp claws |


    Personality
    Beautiful, loves dressing up | enjoys pain and torture | feels no love or affection for anything, no matter how kind | maniplulative, cruel | loves the suffering of others


    Relations
    single | no crushes | no love interest | no maybe crushes | 1/7 of the 7 deadly sins | 1/13 of the sins/virtues


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    "Dwaa, so cute when they think they're threatening."
    Deathstroke erupted into a long bout of laughter before he turned and gave chase to Mikasa, his long legs closing that distance with ease. Deciding to play with his food he would shape-shift into an anaconda before aiming to coil himself around her like a living wall without physically touching her.
    "Come now, there's no rush. Well, there might be since he is bleeding out, but lets not worry ourselves over that. Now then lets teach you some manners, when an adult is talking a child should be quiet and listen. Yelling and running around is so disrespectful. Guess I'll have to punish you now."

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    Mack grinned gleefully as the sight if blood upon the femme's coat, satisfied that his talons had dug in. The feel of flesh in his claws was..satisfying. His pupils shrunk, as if he was somewhat manaiacal in his actions. Releasing a shrieking caw of what sounded almost like mocking laughter, the hybrid swooped out of the way of the tendrils, wings flapping. The deputy would aim to sink his jaws into Mastermind's scruff, and if successful, sink his teeth in and yank at her flesh. Her jaws snapped at him rather closely, but he cawed with surprise as her fangs skimmed his chest, blood seeping from the cut. It would seem that the combat was driving him into a state of odd insanity, something very unlike him. But the feel of flesh and blood..it was just too damn good.

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    No no no. Why did he have to come after her? Why couldn't he stick to the adults? For all her tough acts, she had never received a day of training in her life. Anything she did from here on out would have to be pure instinct. She honestly shouldn't have even been here. The requirements were six months and knowing how to fight. Yes, she was six months old, but the fighting - well it was something she had come to Blizzardclan to figure out how to do. That had been their goal in coming, but had she known it was only going to be a few days till Erin was taken because of their stupid political issues, she would have insisted they went elsewhere.


    The feeling of being constricted sent a sliver of panic through her and her muscles tensed. No, she need to stay calm. She could do this. She had killed someone before, how hard could this be then? Surely not that hard. Slowly, she let a long breath of air escape and Mikasa could feel the muscles in her body relaxing. Okay, she was calm. What next? Fights weren't one sided. She need to do something back. It was her turn to make a move. She was limited in her actions by the makeshift wall around her. She couldn't really go under or through. That left over, but she couldn't see that going well. Was this species of snake venomous? A bite she could handle - venom on the other hand? Well that had never been tested. She didn't respond to his taunts, seeing no point in talking - it was fight now, and se wasn't going to talk to someone who apparently wasn't intelligent enough to reason.


    Acting on impulse, she shot forwards, aiming to sink her teeth into the snake, hopefully right behind the skull. She knew she was far to small for the bit the puncture the creature's spine, though she wouldn't mind that after all he had hinted doing to her brother.
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    The female let out a small grunt as Mack attacked back, yet she couldn't hold back a smile. Unlike the deputy, Mastermind took more pain being inflicted on herself then it being inflicted on others. It was most likely the reason why she took those lousy blizzardclanners; she knew this would be coming and very much looked forward to it. Most would think of it as a disgusting obsession with herself, but the tigress would constantly give into these feelings. However, but because she enjoyed pain didn't mean it also wasn't enjoyable to torment those close to her. Blood rushing through her, and the female's baby blues continuing to turn pale with lust, she aimed to snap at Mack once again, this time aiming for his neck.


    [center][spoiler=info]The Basics
    Mastermind | 17 months | single | The Cartel | Female | Real name is Tomiju Umi Yokovich
    | Masochist | Sin of Pride


    Traits
    Tigress (Main) | Cold, blue eyes | wears a hot pink bow on head | Blonde fur
    | Very tall, has sharp claws |


    Personality
    Beautiful, loves dressing up | enjoys pain and torture | feels no love or affection for anything, no matter how kind | maniplulative, cruel | loves the suffering of others


    Relations
    single | no crushes | no love interest | no maybe crushes | 1/7 of the 7 deadly sins | 1/13 of the sins/virtues


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