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    Dr. Henry Hacksaw


    One probably wouldn't expect to find the possibly infamous leader of the Exiles at the Windclan without anybody behind her and in a rather relaxed position at any time, but here she was. The demoness could be seen siting right at the border with her wings tucked neatly at her sides, her posture tall and proud but relaxed.


    Dystopia had a million thoughts running in her head right now, but right now she was staying silent and tame. The lioness would casually roll her shoulders as she waited to be addressed by any passing Windclanner that didn't attack her right away.

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    YOU HAD A VISION THEY COULDN'T SEE, SO THEY PUT YOU DOWN...
    ❤ [color=white]— kate marsh — plot with kate — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][color=beige]Kate knew that attacking the Exiler right away would be a bad idea. It would only cause unwarranted problems. But it was clear she was tense and alert. She was not about to let her defenses down. She was smarter than that. "... I'm sure you're aware you're on Windclan territory." Especially with how comfortable you look right now. Not exactly a promising sight. "So what brings you here?" her tone was calm but flat and stern. Strictly business.

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


    Henry wasn't the first to approach, to Dystopia's chagrin, nor was he the second. After Kate, Oliver followed closely behind. The green feathered griffin was not in the best of moods, with current events as they were within Windclan. Since Kate had spoken what was on Oliver's mind (although in a much nicer tone), he elected to stand silent.


    @Dr. Henry Hacksaw


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    When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}

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    At least now his Cubs would have a reference whenever he mentioned that Dystopia was an insult to lions and Frankenstien's uncooked Cronenberg. If they followed him, that was. One of the probably would.


    Rick Grimes' axe and Judith's knife still jingled on his belt. Joined by a new ref bandana and Bill Cipher's eyepatch.


    Vader is on all fours when he approaches, knuckles dug into the Earth. His back hunches and his hackles raise in a defensive, authoritive posture, rolling his shoulders, and finally releasing a warning roar.


    "Are you playing some sort of game?" Vader would ask in lion-tongue, releasing a few snarls and chuffs.

    i think there's a fault in my code

    Henry was tying to force himself to get better. He was trying to get himself around the territory fairly often to, hopefully, ease the pain from his injuries. As he was walking about, though, he'd catch the scent of the Exiles and appear to tense slightly. He'd redirect himself, limping towards the voices and snarls he now heard. He arrived expecting a fight of some kind but instead he found the Exilers' leader just... standing there. Peacefully. So far, she didn't seem to be attacking anyone so he would amble forward and settle down. Everyone else had long since addressed what questions he would of had so he would remain silent, waiting for her to answer.
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    The smell of The Exiles alone was enough to send Takumi into a fit of hostility. Whenever they were around, nothing good happened. Naturally, when he caught a whiff of their blood-tinted smell on the wind, he had given up on his hunt and jogged over with an aggressive glint in his eyes. There was only one Exiler present, whom he recognized as the leader - Diarrhea, or something like that. He idled next to Henry, amber optics narrowed to slits and trained on the female as if he was trying to bore holes in her skin. His claws were sheathed, but he rolled his shoulders and flexed his forepaws, ready to jump. He cursed himself for leaving his bow in camp. "You better start talking."

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    I'M YOUR LIONHEART — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Alice wasn't prepared for a raid - not yet. She'd only just began training with Kate, and many of her movements theoretically in battle were sloppy and clumsy. The scent of the Exiles caused her fur to stand on end and almost convinced the young advisor to turn tail and run right then and there; but upon catching sight of the hybrid lioness sitting on her own, surrounded by Windclanners, she decided against her instinct. In books that never ended well; but the Exiles' leader was heavily outnumbered. Alice crept to her father's side, narrowed eyes aimed Dystopia's direction. The child wouldn't speak up yet, but rounded ears were perked, prepared to listen to the other lioness' reasons.

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    "I really like the speaking to enemies policy, Hen-hen," sighed the girl as she trotted over, rolling her ruby eyes, "So brave." Eh, maybe she missed Negan's ass sauntering all over the place barking out orders.


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    general:
    Victorianpaw - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Tori | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    Windclan Operations Advisor | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    7 moons physically | 19 moons combined w/ Padmé's spirit
    physical:
    • black-lined ruby-colored eyes
    • albino wolf [current]
    • accessories
    - simple black chain headpiece with inlaid rubies
    - has a bit of a pale maroon aura surrounding her
    injuries:
    • possessed by Kali
    personality:
    hot-headed | blunt | royal dignity & grace | violent
    enjoys revenge | has little care for others
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | difficult mentally
    • does not start or quit fights | will attempt diplomacy during battle
    • flowerprints
    • [demon allotted powers:] telekinesis, elemental powers, ghostmode, conjuration, invisibility, telepathy, super senses, super speed & strength

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]Melchoir had not met too many unfamiliar beings on the borders as he had not ventured far from the camp every time that he had chosen to explore. This was an exception though seeing that there were quite a lot of his clanmates, including his father. He felt that it was only right for him to get in on the action that he could potentially be missing out on. Mel was always down for meeting new faces and this was no different despite the fact that Dys could in fact pose as a threat to the child's beloved home. But he was blissfully unaware of that information and therefore remained friendly in his approach. The youth cast Vic a small side glance at her remark but did not comment as he came to stand besides his father, his bright emerald gaze fixed curiously on the stranger. He did not completely understand the advisor's words considering the fact that he had yet to be exposed to the dangerous nature of enemies. However, he did not like the way that she spoke to others and could tell that she seemed to be mocking his father and his choices in leadership which was something that the dalmador did not appreciate.


    Enemies and allies were completely foreign concepts to the young child however, he could tell that this person was not particularly liked by his fellow clanmates which lead him to the conclusion that she came from a distant, enemy group. That would not stop him from being polite however. After all, he had a limited knowledge on how interclan affairs worked. In his eyes, she was innocent until she proved herself guilty to him specifically. Other than that, he had no quarrel with her and was content with a small smile on his lips and a friendly expression spread evenly across his face, filling in any of the pained cracks that he had received from the recent losses that he had endured. He sat himself down, gaze not faltering from the unfamiliar face as he gazed on silently from the side of the leader with a curious smile curling up at the corners of his lips.

    i think there's a fault in my code

    Henry would send a somewhat nervous glance towards his son when he arrived, tempted to ask him to leave but he was worried that'd only draw more attention to him. For the moment, he would simply move a bit closer, his pelt brushing slightly against the child's. When he heard Victorian, he would let out a snort. "I hardly see the purpose in saying what has already been clearly stated," His voice was fairly calm and he seemed rather relaxed despite the situation. If Dystopia was going to attack him, she'd have to get through Vader first and he suspected she would have passed Windclan's border entirely. However, she was waiting patiently.
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    Dystopia's eyes would first settle on Kate, twitching her ears and seemingly staring right through her. "On the border, actually." The femme would correct with a tone of authority even though she wasn't on her home turf. The demoness held an air of confidence about her, even though she was surrounded by enemies and by herself. She hadn't even let anybody know she had come here, so she was on her own. And she was not at all intimidated.


    She briefly glanced at Oliver before settling her expression on Darth Vader. Oh yeah, this metalhead. Dystopia rose up to her paws but made no other move to attack. She would huff out a breath, rolling her eyes. "Does it look like I am?" Dystopia would say back, lifting her chin. "I have no intentions of starting violence today. I have no reason too." The femme would reply in a calm ad professional manner, refusing to let that metallic beast get under her skin.


    And ah, here was the leader. Dystopia would look towards Henry and offer a grin, a pair of pointed canines poking out from under her lip. It was about as friendly a look that you could get out of her. She dared to take a cocky step foreword, ready to twist about and send everybody flying should any of the tense Windclanners attack. "In fact," The lioness would say pleasantly, a honey sweet tone with a hidden dagger underneath it. "Here's my purpose right now."


    She would blink slowly, remaining almost eerily calm. It was unusual to see the fearsome leader of the Exiles like this, a calm and well spoken creature, but she had business to attend too here and she had confidence in the fact that she could squash them all like ants if she needed too, so there was no reason to fear or incite anger. "Why, I am simply here to offer peace." Dystopia would offer with a twitch of her barbed scorpion tail. "Well, more of a truce then anything else. You see, at the moment, I have no reason to hate you. You haven't come at us, and Susurro is dead and he's the only one of this group I ever truly wished death upon." It was creepy how she could talk about being happy that her son had perished in such a casual fashion.


    "In short terms, I want our groups to be neutral with another. You don't attack us, we won't attack you. Perhaps you could even come to us for help if we feel up to it. My clanmates do need a reason to get and do things. I could send them on errands to help your clan." She made sure to point out the positives of this agreement, making it sound worth it. "It would be a beneficial relationship for sure. Wouldn't you agree? We both have numbers on our side, and at the very least being neutral with each other would prevent us both from loosing our numbers in petty squabbles that aren't even worth it. It would be very much beneficial to both our clans if we started acting on more peaceful terms with each other."

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    [color=pink]YOU HAD A VISION THEY COULDN'T SEE, SO THEY PUT YOU DOWN...
    ❤ [color=white]— kate marsh — plot with kate — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][color=beige]Kate was silent, furrowing imaginary eyebrows. She tried to keep her distance with the Exiles since they've been enemies with Windclan for such a long time, so she did not really know Dystopia. Heck, she didn't even recognize the name Sussuro. In her opinion, there was a lot of pros and cons to this offer. And she had no idea which one out weighed the other. Was making peace with the Exiles a good idea? It would be nice to not have to fight with frequently. But they wouldn't backstab them, would they? she responds rather level headed and calmly. "We've been enemies for a while and you never discussed peace then. Is there a reason you've had a change of heart now?"

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


    Oliver snorted. He'd never ever heard of the Exiles wanting to broker peace, or needing to. The only reason he didn't outright tell her off was because Dean was in the Exiles. So the snort was the only reaction the griffin would give. It would be one more enemy off of their back, until the shady group decided to turn their back once again on Windclan.


    "What assurances would we have that you won't suddenly turn on your word and stab us in the back?" They were called the 'Exiles' for a reason, after all.



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    When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}

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    Interesting. Interesting, and also confusing. Takumi's initial reaction was refusal - he didn't want his clan to be involved with the likes of murderers, rapists, and thieves. Besides, why did they deserve a pardon from all of the bad things they had done in the past? But he stopped himself, his eyelids fluttering. What would Ryoma do in this situation? He would have to distance his own feelings and try to look at it from a logical perspective. Obviously, having one relatively major enemy off of their ass would be nice.. they could focus more on other clans, causing more trouble, without having to worry about attack from The Exiles. But as Oliver had pointed out, why did this clan deserve their trust?


    The young tom's head was starting to hurt from all of this contemplating. He flicked back his ears, opting not to say anything. At least not yet. It was Henry's decision in the end, after all, and so he would give Hacksaw some quiet time to think. He simply looked at his leader and waited, curiously.

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    Susurro. The Exiles had just came and killed him on their territory. And nobody did a thing. Just like when they realized she was possessed. A low growl escaped Kali as anger from the true Victorian bubbled up inside her, which the goddess leeched off greedily. "And how long should we wait for you to kill on of ours without provocation again?"


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    general:
    Victorianpaw - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Tori | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    Windclan Operations Advisor | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    7 moons physically | 19 moons combined w/ Padmé's spirit
    physical:
    • black-lined ruby-colored eyes
    • albino wolf [current]
    • accessories
    - simple black chain headpiece with inlaid rubies
    - has a bit of a pale maroon aura surrounding her
    injuries:
    • possessed by Kali
    personality:
    hot-headed | blunt | royal dignity & grace | violent
    enjoys revenge | has little care for others
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | difficult mentally
    • does not start or quit fights | will attempt diplomacy during battle
    • flowerprints
    • [demon allotted powers:] telekinesis, elemental powers, ghostmode, conjuration, invisibility, telepathy, super senses, super speed & strength

    Dystopia's eyes would settle onto the few who spoke to her, blinking her dark eyes slowly. "Like I said, I have no reason to fight with you." The female would say, her posture confident and sure of herself. "We have enough conflicts already, we don't need another. I am simply looking out for my clan/"

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    i think there's a fault in my code

    Henry would quietly listen as Dystopia gave her reasoning and then as his clanmates would voice their concerns. Honestly, he didn't see much wrong with it. The last negative interaction they'd had with the Exiles was when Sussoro was murdered but even that had seemed like it'd been headed by a few individuals and had been a rather fuzzy circumstance. They had certainly been to blame but that was the last ever heard and that had been quite some time ago. Even if the Exiles did turn on them, which was a possibility, they'd at least not have to worry about them for some length of time. It wasn't as though he was allying with them, after all. He'd wait for everyone to share their piece before speaking. "Unless my members have any other concerns they'd like to address, I'll speak on the matter," He would pause for a moment, as though waiting for someone to interject before continuing. "I don't see a way this could be negative for Windclan. Yes, the Exiles are not known for being particularly trustworthy but this may at least bring peace for a time. Your intentions seem pure, at least, although I'm well aware that I'm not always a particularly good judge of character. So, in short, I accept so long as none of my members have anything else to add," He would finish.
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    [color=pink]YOU HAD A VISION THEY COULDN'T SEE, SO THEY PUT YOU DOWN...
    ❤ [color=white]— kate marsh — plot with kate — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][color=beige]Kate frowned, furrowing imaginary eyebrows. She certainly was not expecting this decision. Especially after Henry rejected Oliver's suggestion to make Shadowclan neutrals. She did not know how to feel on this matter. Especially so soon after Bloodclan broke peace with them. With a small sigh and disapproving shake of her head, the serval simply got up and walked out. She figured the clan would not want to hear her opinion on politics anyways.


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    [center]Dystopia would listen intently as Henry responded to her offer, eager to see how this would turn out. And thankfully, this turned out favorably for her. The lioness would lift her head, nodding her broad skull in approval and acceptance. "Thank you very much." The Exiles leader would rumble cooly, her eyes settled on the various Windclanners as she gauged their reactions.


    Oh, how she relished it. It was entertaining really, watching them. Oh well, their problem if they didn't want to trust her. Blinking at Henry, Dystopia would offer the most genuine smile a creature of her appearance could. "Might I suggest something else? I'd say that we celebrate this new relationship. Would you perhaps be interested in some sort of party at the Exiles camp soon? Get everybody to mingle and know each other." The leader would suggest.[center]
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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


    He knew a couple of things. First, he knew that the Exiles weren't as large as they used to be, therefore they weren't as much of a menace as they used to be. Secondly, immediately inviting them onto a territory few ever traversed across willingly was a disaster waiting to happen. Thirdly, with the Exiles having so many enemies -- Windclan's allies included -- it would reflect badly if they were to suddenly get cozy with the Exiles, and would perhaps be an incentive for something retaliatory.


    "Neutrality isn't normally celebrated with a party, much less a party with murderers and rapists." While he didn't disagree with neutrality, he sure wasn't eager to anger their allies in this way. "Have you any intentions of declaring neutrality with other clans?"


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    When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}

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