SCARED OF THE DARK? — BLIZZARDCLAN RAID

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Recently, a slain patrol had been found at the BlizzardClan borders. All signs seemed to indicate that the Exiles was guilty - a fact that did not surprise Sweetophelia in the least. If there was one group that could be always expected to murder, rape, and pillage aimlessly and randomly, it was the Exiles. The BlizzardClan war party had gathered at the borders, pushing in when they did not immediately encounter any resistance. Would they be challenged by any defenders?
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    ISELOTTA DAAÉ
    [color=gray]White Panther | BlizzardClan Medic Trainee | 2 years | [color=#7F0037]Bold #7F0037

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    The last raid that BlizzardClan had been involved in, the white panther had failed to contribute. She had no real rhyme or reason to not have, but now, she stood alongside Sweets, ready to protect her Clan and possibly avenge the Patrol that had been slain. It was a shameful thing. Lottie could only hope this encounter didn't turn too ugly, since one of the main reasons she showed was to help her Clan if someone needed to be pulled out of the fight. She still was a Medic Trainee, after all.

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce had been horrified when he stumbled across Sweetophelia and the patrol. How could someone so mindlessly slaughter people? Not only a few people, but an entire patrol. A Blizzardclan patrol. It wouldn't stand. Approaching beside Lottie, he swallowed a growl. What had happened wasn't fair, wasn't right, and the Exiles needed to know that. Tail lashing angrily, the vice-leader looked around. He wouldn't say he was eager to attack, but he did hope the anti-clan learned their lesson.


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    Ugh, more raids? Whatever. "HEY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES, GET OVER HERE NOW BEFORE I DRAG YOUR SORRY ASSES." the dragoness roared as she landed in front of the BlizzardClanners. She hated how her Clanmates were as slow as molasses.


    Narrowing her eyes, she would attempt to grab SWEETOPHELIA in her clawgrip. If she was successful, she would attempt to squeeze her, hopefully breaking a few bones.

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]A dragon? How typical. Most smaller animals tended to make use of a larger form in battle, but Sweetophelia was just as comfortable holding her own just as she already naturally was. The BlizzardClan leader simply teleported away as Roxanne lunged for her, reappearing behind the Exiler. "Too slow," she remarked simply. Counterattacking, Sweetophelia made full use of her newly discovered Super Strength, lunging forward and aiming to deal a heavy blow against Roxanne's undefended flank.


    OOC | rip - playing two characters in one raid? this is relatable lol
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    Well, it was lucky she had all powers. She used her superspeed as she darted to the side. "Who's slow now?" she taunted, sticking her tongue out. She blinked, and attempted to evoke Sweet's worst fears via telepathy.

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    Olive would arrive next. It seemed there was one contender already who was bust with the leader. The ex-Odd Squad leader shapeshifted into her dragoness form for good measure, unscathed and ready for battle.

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    Raids on them were supposed to be good right? It meant that they were doing their job properly and it was a lot less effort on their part to travel to an enemy group. At least that's what reasoning told Alcibiades, though he technically did not stand for the values that the Exiles prided in. But the domestic found himself at the scene of the battle, not many of his roguemates had arrived yet so he'll have to step in to defend his current group. Most battles were difficult for him, considering that he couldn't really control his shapeshifting power yet. Alcy had to stick it out in his young feline form and thankfully, there was someone around his size(not really).


    Without another word, the lynx point bengal would lunge at Pierce, aiming to flick a clod of muddy snow into the serval's face as soon as he got into range.
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    [center]TAKE ME TO YOUR BEST FRIEND'S HOUSE
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    DON'T LEAVE ME TONGUE TIED | UPDATED; 2/6/17

    [center][fancypost=background-color:transparent; border-color:transparent; border-width:; width: 420px; border-radius: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; ]Well, perhaps there was one good thing about his new bulky, bizarre body: it was far more effective than his small one in battle. Granted since he had never really fought in it he didn't anticipate this going smoothly but...well, Blizzardclan didn't seem to be giving him many options for test runs.


    The awkward beast set his sights on Iselotta. He milled around for a moment. Typically in his birth body Maru resorted to stealth if he ever initiated battles because he was small, chubby, and couldn't quite pull off straightforward attacks like, say, somebody who looked like how the wolf did now. Contemplating an attack in this body felt- it felt fucked up, but a raid was a raid.


    The beast focused on that. This was a time of danger to his colleagues. The wolf bared his teeth and barreled forward, aiming to throw his body into the wild cat's and knock her off balance.


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    GENERAL:
    ⊗ maru
    ⊗ transgender male
    ⊗ demisexual | demiromantic | no particular gender preference
    ⊗ one year old
    ⊗ master of rescue missions and big brother of the exiles
    PERSONALITY:
    ⊗ Undergoing Dramatic Change
    — making decisions that contrast with his previously formed morals (he is harming the weak, growing cold and distant), trying to transform himself into something much crueler than he is. he is more prone to malicious deeds and temperamental outbursts than ever before. his cannibalistic tendencies seem to have come to a full stop following the long dark.
    ⊗ Still Supportive
    — maru is exhausted and coping with his own self-destructive tendencies but he is still there (or trying to be) for those he's close to. he doesn't seem as involved, but the paragon is still ready to play the big brother figure to the exiles. this includes comforting others and trying to stop conflicts.
    APPEARANCE(S):
    ⊗ OCELOT
    — a sleek jungle cat sporting a stolen black and white hoodie that he keeps from slipping down his arms with the help of several colorful rubber bands. on the shorter, stockier side of things. maru's two upper canine teeth are gold and fashioned to be just a bit larger than they would normally be.
    ⊗ THE WOLF
    — something much more frightening than his birth body, this form is that of an abnormally massive and formidable black wolf with pale grey eyes, all harsh lines and powerful muscles.

    INTERACTION:
    ⊗ opinions are ic
    ⊗ open to powerplayed peaceful actions.
    ⊗ mentally medium | physically medium/hard [ocelot] extremely difficult [the wolf]
    ⊗ attack in white underlined

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Touché," returned Sweetophelia, her tone even. She might have even come off as slightly amused, were it not for the cold purpose in her pale lilac eyes. It was difficult to find much common ground with a group that harboured rapists, murderers, and torturers, especially of innocent children. The Targaryen understood killing in the heat of the moment, the spirit of war, but the Exilers weren't warriors, but common criminals cast aside by the other clans. She blinked, her dark ears laying flat. Her worst fear? Her sons - all of them - being slain and bloodied before her eyes. But Sweetophelia had built up her mental defences after years of landing on the combat field, and she knew that objectively none of her sons were present. Lucerys was wherever he pleased, but Jaehaerys was far away in Westeros, and her youngest sons were safe at home with their father.


    "I wouldn't recommend mind tricks for beginners," the tall Ragdoll remarked - her advice becoming a taunt as she regained her composure. "You should practice your magic tricks at home first, kid - before trying to show them off to a real live audience." The BlizzardClan leader's movements were fluid, she ducked to the side, suddenly teleporting away again in a move intended to throw the dragon off. She appeared in the air, aiming a hot blast of fire directly at the Exiler's head before teleporting elsewhere again, back onto the solid earth.
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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]The tom spun as the sound of another feline barrelling toward him reached his ears, but a moment too late. A blob of sleet-like snow smacked him in the face, leaving his furry cheek dripping watery mud. His eyes rose to find a domestic bengal cat. Well, at least they were smaller than him. Not that it mattered - he knew size wasn't everything when it came to fights. Pierce prepared himself to launch himself toward Alcibiades, but stopped. He didn't want to be too violen-
    No. They had killed his clanmates, and they had to know that Blizzardclan wouldn't allow it. Resetting his attack, the speckled feline propelled himself off the ground, claws aimed at Alcibiade's shoulders in hopes to land on the slightly smaller male's back and sink in his claws.

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    The blast hit her square in the chest. Growling, she got to her feet again, attempting to encase her in a block of ice.

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    Wist followed the patrol and reluctantly sat to the side. She had minimal training in this life, though she had remembered some techniques from her past one. She hoped she wouldn't have to get to that, and that she would just be able to sit to the side, and be the good Medic Trainee she could be. She watched as the fighting already boomed, though her eyes caught on to her medic partner. Iselotta surely had warrior training before, but the small she-cat wasn't sure if she would still be able to hold her own, after these few weeks of being trained in a different path.

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    The half-blind deputy approached, his teeth bared. Wings outstretched, he'd flap them so as to launch into the air, circling low above the ground. Just enough for an opponent to try and catch him — after all, he was a very colorful target. Even with only one good eye, he was able to hear and feel everything around him, and hopefully it would come to his advantage as he searched for an opponent.

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    He noticed the split second of hesitation from the serval and the young tom assumed it was some sort of shock. Neutral and pro-clans weren't big on raiding and fighting right? It seemed the only reason why they would act as such without Alcibiades knowing the other male's personality. Hell, even the serval's reasoning to continue the attack wasn't known to him. Had the Exiles slaughtered a patrol in Blizzardclan? Not to his knowledge but knowing the Exiles, they would gladly claim that they did. After all, their notoriety was suffering, this raid was a sign that things were picking up, that people hated them. It was good he supposed. God, why did he live in such a toxic environment?


    The attack from Pierce was strange in the young domestic's eyes. Why would they expose their underparts to him? Oh, wait. There was no way he could reach it in time before the wildcat's claws fell. That's why. With a slight huff, the Exile managed to roll mostly out of the way, though the claws did catch from one shoulder and traveled down the side of his arm. He had to be faster but he cut himself some slack, he was fighting a serval after all, they were extremely fast.


    Leaping back onto his feet, the feline winced as his injured foreleg touched the ground. It stung, he'll have to keep that side guarded and loosen the pressure on that end of his body. That would prove difficult. However, Alcibiades would immediately attack again. This time he would dig his claws into the muddy earth before attempting a quick swipe at the serval's flank. His claw's were nowhere as long as the serval's but he hoped the mud could prove to cause some infection later.
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    [center]TAKE ME TO YOUR BEST FRIEND'S HOUSE
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    DON'T LEAVE ME TONGUE TIED | UPDATED; 2/6/17

    DON'T LEAVE ME TONGUE TIED | UPDATED; 2/6/17

    The snow leopard was next to arrive, and he felt surprisingly calm. Normally, he would be freaking out, but his new and stronger body seemed to have changed that. It was strange, but he guessed it wasn't too bad. Coming up next to Wisteria, Storm would offer the femme a small smile before rushing forward, throwing himself in the battle.

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    TEMULJIN KHAN

    [font=georgia]So far, Temuljin thought he was making good on his threats. As for the Exiles? They hadn't done much, except blow off hot air into the wind like a tea kettle. There were not a lot of Exiles defending their home and Temuljin couldn't help but scoff. Why show up to a battle if one couldn't win it? The dire wolf lunged forward, aiming for Maru, aiming to knock the smaller creature over with a tackle.
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    [center][font=times new roman][color=#000000]"I AM NOT THE AUTHOR OF THIS TROUBLE;
    GOD GRANT ME STRENGTH TO EXACT VENGEANCE."


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    [center][fancypost=background-color:transparent; border-color:transparent; border-width:; width: 420px; border-radius: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; ]The first creature he had attacked seemed unresponsive, but Maru didn't have much time to ponder this before another canid - larger, he noted with a shudder that would go unseen as he was knocked over.


    Maru hit the ground on his side with a deep huff. Where are the other Exiles? Because he knew damn well there were more in the group than this. Biting back a snarl of annoyance, the smaller wolf lifted his upper body somewhat in an attempt to clasp his jaws around the other's upper arm and tear at the flesh there.


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    GENERAL:
    ⊗ maru
    ⊗ transgender male
    ⊗ demisexual | demiromantic | no particular gender preference
    ⊗ one year old
    ⊗ master of rescue missions and big brother of the exiles
    PERSONALITY:
    ⊗ Undergoing Dramatic Change
    — making decisions that contrast with his previously formed morals (he is harming the weak, growing cold and distant), trying to transform himself into something much crueler than he is. he is more prone to malicious deeds and temperamental outbursts than ever before. his cannibalistic tendencies seem to have come to a full stop following the long dark.
    ⊗ Still Supportive
    — maru is exhausted and coping with his own self-destructive tendencies but he is still there (or trying to be) for those he's close to. he doesn't seem as involved, but the paragon is still ready to play the big brother figure to the exiles. this includes comforting others and trying to stop conflicts.
    APPEARANCE(S):
    ⊗ OCELOT
    — a sleek jungle cat sporting a stolen black and white hoodie that he keeps from slipping down his arms with the help of several colorful rubber bands. on the shorter, stockier side of things. maru's two upper canine teeth are gold and fashioned to be just a bit larger than they would normally be.
    ⊗ THE WOLF
    — something much more frightening than his birth body, this form is that of an abnormally massive and formidable black wolf with pale grey eyes, all harsh lines and powerful muscles.

    INTERACTION:
    ⊗ opinions are ic
    ⊗ open to powerplayed peaceful actions.
    ⊗ mentally medium | physically medium/hard [ocelot] extremely difficult [the wolf]
    ⊗ attack in white underlined

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Well, he hadn't managed what he had wanted, but at least he'd gotten a hit in. Alcibiades was partially correct about the serval's reasoning with his hesitation; he had stopped because there was no proof as to who had done it, just that it was a member of the Exiles. He didn't understand what it was with these Exilers - why did they enjoy killing people, fighting people? It seemed they liked the negative attention. Either Pierce had a lot to learn, or they did. He was pretty sure it was the second one.


    He watched the younger tom's reaction to his assault emotionlessly. Normally, he would have been twinged with guilt, but this was an Exiler they were talking about, and he wasn't going to cut him any slack. Whether Alcibiades had been the one who planted the attack or not, he was one of them, and that was his choice. Noticing claws swiping toward him, the Blizzardclanner was about to step out of the way, but was just a few seconds too late. Mud-caked claws dug into his flesh, leaving a red wound. That wasn't good - he'd have to get Kamari to take a look at it later, so it didn't get infected. Releasing a throaty hiss, Pierce pushed away the stinging pain and instead focused on a counter. Narrowing his round eyes, the young vice-leader lunged forward, claws extended. He aimed a quick swipe at his opponent's face, knowing most of his luck came from going for the eyes. Maybe it wasn't the most honorable move, but seeing as he hadn't completed his training and the Exilers weren't honorable anyway, he found it the safest way to go.

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia would have taken an interest in Temuljin had she been aware that the direwolf had jumped into the battle, apparently siding himself with the Exiles' opponents. She had always liked surprises, especially because this one turned the odds eight against three. The Exiles were truly past their glory days, weren't they? She almost pitied them - this almost felt akin to beating a dead horse. But she wasn't sorry enough to relent. The Exiles had long raped, murdered, and tortured countless BlizzardClanners in the past and they would likely would continue to try.


    Step-siding once again, Sweetophelia avoided being completely frozen. Whatever ice that clung to her legs, she quickly melted with a gentle wave of heat and fire produced by her own fire elemental powers. "What? No more threats? Is your brain too slow to handle more than two functions at a time?" Her eyes were cold. Teleporting, the BlizzardClan leader disappeared, only to reappear right beside the Exiler. With the full force of her Super Strength, she intended to throw a blow at Roxanne's flank, in the hopes that the force of the hit would knock the Exiler away.
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