Tokyo ghoul : alliance request

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    His father had taught him that allies were the key. They brought your name around, displayed your really group in a positive light, and you could easily get information about them for the cause of the Kismet Union. The German shepherd dog would sit at the border, waiting for someone to come.

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    the sound of saxon's voice arrived long before the brown tabby himself came into view. the tom, emerging from behind the bigger canine, moved with a careful, steady gait. there was no reason to rush; that would suggest insecurity. still quite fresh in his role, saxon was still getting used to leadership — the crown was heavy, and he struggled under its weight, but he'd die before he let anyone know that. "hello," the tabby mewed, his voice steely. "you're on elite territory." cooly, he leaned back onto his haunches, and swept the ground with his tail before curling it politely 'round his feet. he wanted to appear stoic, yet not too uninviting; with all this posturing, he was beginning to think it mattered less what he said than how he said it.


    "i trust you have reason to be?" saxon's gaze was locked on marco, and the tom awaited the dog's reply.

    A few hours prior, Lucifer had been experimenting with his powers, to see how well they were coming along. Was he stronger than he was a couple weeks ago? Yeah, because now he could conjure a few things and still have some juice left in the tank. Were they anywhere near where Lucifer wanted them to be? Absolutely not. It frustrated him that while he was one of the greatest archangels in the heavenly host (up until his untimely fall), he still couldn't sustain lifting the meteor that he'd found in the Elite's territory without passing out for more than a few seconds.


    He was better than this. But when he regained consciousness, he stormed away and decided to try it later. A patrol was the last thing on his mind at this point, but Saxon's voice was what had drawn him to the edge of the territory, and he stopped a few feet behind the smaller tom slightly irritated by Saxon's words, but only because he was projecting his rage onto the Elite leader.

    He was on their territory, that meant he was where he wanted to be. Good. "I'm Marco of the Kismet Union, and I wanted to know if the Union and the elite could have an alliance." Marco woofed, giving the others nod in greeting.

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    the chocolate-pelted tabby didn't look it, but marco's request was like music to his ears. looks like i'm doing something right. saxon thought. since he'd taken up the helm, interaction between the elite and its allies seemed to be growing in leaps and bounds: most of his duties thus far had consisted of thanking ambassadors for gifts and accepting invites to events. as antisocial as saxon was, he was pleased with the amount of attention the elite was getting from its allies. resisting the smile that tugged at his lips — he didn't want to seem too satisfied — saxon cleared his throat and looked to marco again. "tell me about the kismet union, then." the leader replied.


    saxon had half a mind to say yes on the spot; instead, he decided he ought to at least make it appear as if he was debating. eyeing the dog, he examined marco again; he was looking for clues that might tell him something more about his origin. the visitor didn't seem particularly foreboding or dominant. pro-clan? the tabby thought, knitting his brows in thought. no. but not an anti-clan either. marco didn't appear intimidating, but he certainly didn't look soft, either. the typical bubbly attitude of a pro-clanner was similarly absent in his posture. he was markedly difficult to read.


    "who are your allies, your enemies? what can the elite gain from an alliance with the kismet union?"