MILLION DOLLAR BABY — GARRUS

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]There was always so much to do in BlizzardClan, so much going on. But Sweetophelia was hardly overwhelmed - she was exhilarated. Life had in BlizzardClan had slowed down in the wake of the recent deaths, but it seemed that a sense of normalcy was finally returning - a fact that pleased Sweetophelia. You could not linger in grief and self-pity forever.


    The BlizzardClan leader was leaving her hut, heading towards the area where all of the high positions met. Right now, her thoughts were lingering on Mikasa, her sole apprentice after Wisteria had given up the path of a warrior to join the medic team. She was pleased for her former apprentice - as Wisteria was finally pursuing her dreams - and although Sweetophelia was now left with more time to train Mikasa and attend to her other duties, she was also considering the prospect of taking on another apprentice. The Targaryen simply had no interest in sitting around.
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    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify;]Garrus has always been ambitious, but he had always moved around so much that he couldn't exactly hold a position of importance. The need for belonging has always been a large factor in his life, but the thirst for adventure was much closer to his heart. Over time, he has met many people, among them friends, lovers, enemies, and those who managed to teach him more about himself (though he still felt that he didn't understand himself all too well). The thought of being leader of an entire Clan... he craved it, but he was also terrified of it— if he someday became leader, that meant that he will have finally settled down, and leave all of his old friends behind. Would BlizzardClan be that place? Only time would tell if he would make it that far... he had the patience. Or so he thought.


    He found the BlizzardClan camp to be quite peculiar, but he doubted that was the right word for it. What Clan lived in the sky? It was... bizarre, to say the least. He couldn't help but wonder how many people had fallen to their deaths from the sky islands that they resided in. A brutal thought, but he couldn't help it. Garrus spent some time the day after he joined familiarizing himself with the lay of the land. He didn't have too much time, since he had slept for quite a long time. He had been so tired from traveling in such a short amount of time.


    He entered the camp quietly, pausing to observe the BlizzardClanners as they went about their late-afternoon duties. Beings of assorted species running to and fro, socializing, coming back in from patrols... it seemed nice here. He pondered the Clan's system and its rules, wondering how many loopholes were in it and if it was good as it seemed in that moment. There was always a problem with the system. It was only so long before Garrus finally spotted it and decided whether or not to impugn the security of the rules. There was no need to think about that just yet, though. His observations could wait until he met some people and became more acquainted with BlizzardClan's culture.


    Garrus spotted a familiar figure, and recognized her from the welcoming crew at the border just a day prior. The mountain lion watched her for a moment. Where was she going? Curiosity getting the best of him, he rose to his paws and swiftly caught up to the smaller feline. "Sweetophelia, correct?" he asked her, his voice pleasant as he walked beside her. "Good afternoon."


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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Yes, that's right," the BlizzardClan leader paused, her head tilting back slightly to look up at the puma. Sweetophelia remembered him as well; after all, the Targaryen had been present when Garrus had first came to BlizzardClan, seeking to join them. Although because this was only their second encounter, she had yet to form any concrete opinions on him. It was too early to describe him in any definitive terms, but she suspected that he was intelligent, with the quiet potential of future achievement. But whether or not her impression would prove true remained to be seen.


    "It's good to see you again, Garrus." It was not so difficult to remember names and faces for a short time - she would have to see an animal on a very regular basis for such identifications to become long-term - but specific details of new acquaintances were always difficult for Sweetophelia to recall. But she remembered that he was possibly a traveler, one who had heard information of BlizzardClan from other animals. "You've been in BlizzardClan for a few days now. Do you find those rumours you heard of us to be true?" She was still curious to hear what it was exactly that had enticed Garrus into joining them, and whether or not the actual experience had satisfied or disappointed him.
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    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify;]Garrus listened to the feline's words, a content smile on his lips. Ah, it's been a while since he last had a conversation like this. He was quite good at small talk, albeit in short spurts. There was only so much you could say about joining Clans and the weather before you had to start pulling words out of your ass just to keep the conversation going. Sweetophelia seemed interesting enough, just from his first impression on her. She seemed to be very well spoken. Garrus appreciated a lady with some class— he's certainly met many without any.


    He pondered her question for a moment. "I have yet to find out, at least for the majority of them," he replied with a wry smile. "It certainly did turn out to be as remote as I heard. I've never seen a Clan who lives in the sky before. Truly a geological mystery," Garrus mused, a small bout of hearty laughter escaping him. He glanced around once more, taking his eyes off of Sweetophelia to take in the camp scene. He sidestepped out of the way of a dog who was trying to pass by with a rather large load of fresh kill in his jaws. "It's very... serene here," the mountain lion commented, his silvery gaze drifting over to the senior BlizzardClanner once more. "To be honest, it makes me wonder how fragile it is. Whoever runs this place has done a good job, but I've seen and experienced far too many problems in my lifetime to truly enjoy something like this." He paused for a moment, glancing around at where they were stopped in their conversation. "How about we move to another spot to talk?" he suggested. "You lead the way."

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia's preference was much the same - for females and males. She had met one of her nephews recently - Cyaxares Targaryen - and had been aghast by the boy's coarse manner of speaking and generally antagonistic behaviour. It had pricked Sweetophelia's pride when he 'wondered' aloud if she was one of his father's - Sweetophelia's half-brother - whores, a castoff. The latter was true, but the BlizzardClan leader certainly was no paid prostitute - that classification was reserved for the Cartel who sent their members out to whore for worthless paper currency. She suspected that Cyaxares' mother was a whore herself, seeing as even when Sweetophelia had lived with Tsubodai, raising their twin sons together, she had been forced to watch as the male she thought she had loved went to bed with a new whore every night. Thank the gods, she had realised her mistake in leaving BlizzardClan and BloodClan for him.


    Her heart wasn't so easily swayed now. "Indeed. BlizzardClan was already living on these islands when I first joined years ago, and I still do not truly understand why the islands had formed." Her understanding was that the islands had randomly appeared above BlizzardClan's original territory one day, prompting the clan to move up into the sky as their territory was suddenly expanded twice in size.


    "That sounds fine to me," Sweetophelia agreed. "There's a forest right outside of camp, I'm sure that we can find a quiet place to speak there." It made for a picturesque scene, and was even nicknamed the "Enchanted Forest" by some. Walking out, assured that Garrus was following closely, the tall Targaryen continued speaking. "I've only been leader for a few weeks, but I've been a member for longer than most. I've seen three leaders - Feliks, Tama, and Saltcircles. I was Feliks' vice-leader once, before I resigned. When I returned, Tama had taken charge. They were both exceptional leaders." She would not admit this thought aloud, but Sweetophelia had not been convinced that Saltcircles would have made an excellent leader had his reign even lasted more than four days. Matty, another former vice-leader and her childhood friend, would have been a better choice. Even Barry, who had been co-vice-leaders alongside Saltcircles but was not selected by Tama, would have been a more energetic and engaged leader. "Where exactly did you live before BlizzardClan? If you don't mind my asking."
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    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify;]Garrus was an honest man. True, he has met with plenty of women over the years, but those nights were either the product of relationships or too many drinks. Never has he believed in selling your body— he criticized women who sold their bodies, whether it was to survive or just because they thought it was easy. It was wrong in his eyes. Why desecrate your body in such a way? There had to be alternatives for survival, if one were to be doing it to get by... Then there were the people who did it just for the shits and giggles. Those were the people he really didn't like. Did they not feel any connection, any intimacy in their impromptu rendezvous with their partners? Surely, if Garrus had known Sweetophelia's half brother, he would have beaten the snot out of the guy for enabling such behavior in ladies.


    He eagerly followed Sweetophelia into the bush, eyes sweeping over the scenery in the late afternoon sunlight. Indeed, the forest was quite beautiful. The mountain lion took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air before exhaling heavily. Garrus wished it were like this all the time— fresh air, serene environments, comradery, quiet and peaceful chats... Alas, beggars cannot be choosers. He would take all the peace he could get. Garrus was snapped out of his reverie when Sweetophelia mentioned something about her being leader. "Oh, is that so?" he mused, quirking a brow at her. "Well, you have my congratulations. You haven't burned the place down yet." His voice was playful and light as it floated through the air. "But, jokes aside, good luck. I know it can't be easy." She must have worked hard to climb up the ranks twice.


    Garrus pondered her question. Where had he lived? "I never really lived anywhere. I'm more of a vagabond, if you will, but I intend on sticking around in a Clan for once. Hence why I'm here," he replied with a shrug, pausing only to sit down. "I visited a lot of Clans, most of the time under different names— my real name is Garrus, I can assure you. I've been to ScarClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, The Rift, BloodClan, The Exiles, and a few others I can't name off the top of my head." Garrus glanced to the side, something in his mind making him chuckle before returning his attention to Sweetophelia. "Tell me, Sweetophelia, do you have family? Just out of curiosity."



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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Briefly, Sweetophelia glanced back over her shoulder at the larger feline as they walked, her sharp pale eyes catching instant notice of the hint of admiration in his expression and wandering gaze. She was pleased by any appreciation for BlizzardClan's natural beauty. The BlizzardClan leader might not have been not have been born in the clan - either times - but she had spent a large portion of her childhood in BlizzardClan and the clan had felt like home to her when she had nothing else.


    She exhaled, her amusement making itself known by the slight outtake of breath. "Give me a few more days, I'll find a way," she quipped in turn. "But thank you. I imagine that every new leader says this, but I mean it when I confess that I truly just want to protect my clanmates and preserve our reputation, if not expand our influence." So much of her hard work and time was spent on the improvement and maintenance of her home. Now was the worst possible time to mess up.


    "That sounds like quite the adventure." The ragdoll had visited many clans for business, but all of her visits had been brief - no more than half a day. The only groups she had ever found any meaningful experiences in were BlizzardClan, BloodClan, BoneClan, and Westeros. Sweetophelia's attention quickly diverted from memories when Garrus addressed a new question to her. Family? "Doesn't everyone have a family?"

    She smiled for a moment before offering up a more serious reply. "I have family in Westeros, BloodClan, and BlizzardClan. My mother was the High Queen of Westeros, and my father was the BloodClan leader, and I had many half-siblings on both sides. They're probably all gone now." Aside from Tsubodai and his fleet of bastard children swelling up the BloodClan ranks, she thought to herself bitterly. "I have four sons - my oldest twins and my two boys in BlizzardClan. My oldest, Jaehaerys, is the current High King of Westeros." He was engaged to both BloodClan queens - Evangeline and Amour - but Amour had recently passed. "My other twin, Lucerys, retired from his knighthood in Westeros and he moved to the lonerlands with his wife, Malaella. And you'll probably meet my youngest - Mieczyslaw and Aleksei - at some point." Smiling at the thought of her children, the BlizzardClan leader said, "I don't suppose that you'd have any family living in the clans?"
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