IMMIGRANT SONG ( OPEN, RETURN FROM INACTIVITY )

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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;font-size:8pt]// hey guys! the site change made me lose a bit of muse but i'm hoping to keep my muse for haldor c:
    + i'm just gonna assume that he was here the whole time


    Everyone was gone. Where had those little kitties gone? What were their names again... Breeze? Horizon? Whatever. Maybe this new leader would see how much of an asset he was. He was a demigod for heaven's sakes!


    Haldor sat against a rock, holding a smooth stone. He ground it flat against his sword, attempting to sharpen along the edges. It's what he did in his free time, taking care of his sword. He had to make sure that it was exceptionally sharp so that he could kill something off quickly and efficiently.


    The white lion noticed that there was a bit of old blood dried onto the end of the blade and he spat onto it before trying to wipe it off. Huh, must've been from that deer he took down a few days ago.

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    Haldor. She'd... she'd heard of him. It wasn't like the femme had met him, but given the fact that she now held the fate of these people in her hands, Somber figured she ought to make sure she was approachable and knew of the loyal ones. He was older than her-- maybe given the maturity of her features, he wouldn't notice.


    "Haldor, was it? I'm Somberskies, or Ashpaw, which ever you prefer." The new leader admired the lion's blade as he did, taking in the way the sun reflected off its sharp edges. "That's quite a weapon there. You use it often?

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    Alma let out a soft 'oh' at the sight of the ivory lion. The sheep hybrid bit the inside of his cheek in quiet contemplation. He had not seen the male before; his sudden appearance was a little worrying. Alma wasn't aware that he was an older member - he tended to forget about people he hadn't seen nor spoke with for a while. 'What is he doing?' He asked himself. He craned his neck to peer closer. 'Ah, he's polishing a sword,' Alma realized with a grimace. 'How reassuring.' Álmos pouted. He didn't want to end up dying because he was a mauled by a lion; it was a disappointing way to go. Oh, well. He won some, he lost some. He was about to engage the male in some banter, perhaps exchange a few words before his untimely death when Somberskies approached him first.


    Álmos almost burst into giggles. Here he was, overthinking whether or not to approach the possible threat and she just did it without a second thought. 'Ah, well, we can both get mauled together,' he thought cheerily. It seemed he didn't have to worry though; she recognized him. "Hello!" Alma greeted Haldor with a smile, "I'm Álmos, you can, uh, call me Alma though," he peered at the blade with a curious frown. The sharpness of the sword captivated him, but for the life of him, he couldn't say why. A sword was a little bit too big for his tastes though, maybe he would prefer a dagger? "Yes, it's a very pretty blade." He agreed quietly, although he doubted Haldor would appreciate his weapon being called pretty.


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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;font-size:8pt]Haldor glanced up at the cheetah and he twitched his whiskers. Huh, she seemed young. And plus, her name was Ashpaw, and from what he learned, "-paws" referred to those under 12 months and in training. Yet, she was the leader of this clan. Haldor couldn't help but let out a huff. If he didn't know any better, he would've stepped up to lead the clan himself. He found himself much more capable than Breeze, and certainly more capable than this apprentice. Well, maybe that was just his arrogance talking.
    "Do I use it often?" Haldor echoed with a snort. His accent, sounding of Scandinavian origin, was prominent. "It is my lifeline. It was a gift." It was bestowed upon him by his godly father, but he wouldn't get into that. He didn't enjoy talking about his father, much like some of the angsty mortals. He had left Asgard for that reason.


    The white lion turned to the sheep hybrid. He couldn't help but swipe his pink tongue across his fangs, now tasting dried blood his mouth. Lamb chops didn't sound quite bad as of now. He, unfortunately, was currently demonstrating self-control, so he didn't choose to lunge and tear at the smaller animal. Haldor would blink his blue eyes and answer, "Correct. I pride myself in keeping it in prime condition." Haldor held up the polished sword, glancing from it's tip to Alma. "It can rip the lives of you mortals away in one slice." Haldor added nonchalantly, curiously prodding the sharp edges. "Like taking a flower out of the dirt." The lion mused.

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    "you speak as though everyone here is a mortal" the husky would hum softly as she ventured over, a glint of laughter in her eyes. oh how funny, it was always interesting to run into others who shared a bloodline close to her own. especially when the other thought they were special, and alone at that. sadly though, as long as she were in the same room as them, they were quite wrong about that. hopefully though she wouldn't be needed to explain what she meant by what she said, because she herself felt it was rather obvious.

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;font-size:8pt]Haldor whipped around to face the husky, blue eyes narrowing. A challenge, even if it didn't seem like it. Nevertheless, he didn't appreciate being the one that was challenged.


    He frowned and set the sword aside, getting to his paws. He towered over Unknownpaw, keeping his arrogant and larger-than-life demeanor, and he grunted, "Yes I do. I'm positive that I've arrived in the right realm." He wasn't stupid enough to get his destination wrong.


    Haldor peered at the husky suspiciously. Perhaps she wasn't a mortal and she came from a distant realm; another world. Perhaps he had heard of it. "Where do you come from?" The white lion demanded.

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    "where i come from doesn't matter, what matters is that it isn't from here" she would respond calmly, finding amusement in how the other was reacting to this piece of knowledge that they obviously weren't expecting to hear. he didn't seem all that happy either to know he wouldn't have the control he appeared to have hoped for either over them, seeing as he did indirectly threaten all the mortals here that he could easily kill them.