IF YOU'RE GONNA SPILL BLOOD DO IT WELL — END GAME​

Having been running in and out of her burrows and hiding places within the territory, she didn't take more than a few seconds to stop after hearing someone unfamiliar announcing themselves in the territory. Who was that? What news did they have? Without waiting to see who it was for sure, she did a quick scope of the surrounding area before outright approaching him and briefly standing up on her hindlegs. Of course, she still looked extremely short, barely the height of a domestic cat. "What news? Who're you?" She had that weird feeling of unease again, the same feeling she'd had the first time she'd seen the borders of BloodClan. This was one of the few times she didn't ask a great deal of questions in one sentence.

[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Nico at first didn't notice the stranger; he'd grown rather blind towards dangerous auras as of late, for reasons unknown to him. But the second he noticed Xylia scurrying off to greet someone, a someone with lots of teeth and a smirk, the tom immediately followed and stepped up. He aimed to hook a paw around Xylia's body and tug her closer to him as he stood in front of the male.

"Xylia, keep close, okay?" Nico murmured before addressing the.. Well, this thing could only be described as some sort of demon. The sleek obsidian pelt, beastly amber eyes and the way they held themselves screamed threat; they looked like a person who reviled in the pain and destruction of others, with no moral compass to follow.

"What's the news, and what's your name, stranger?" Nico asked cautiously.

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Something wasn't right. Something was very wrong though. Why did Nico want her to stay close? She could shoot off and disappear into the undergrowth before anybody could bat an eye. Why did this feel so different from the other joiners and visitors the Skulls got? Usually they were visitors for Sel, or new faces joining the ranks, and occasionally an ally or two visiting or inviting them to an event. Then Sel came over and added to the tension she felt festering around them. Whatever was going on, she didn't dare open her mouth to ask, not while they waited for a reply from the stranger who had news for them.

[center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:140%;font-family:verdana]An ugly dog, one who must leer to look impressive. It wasn't a clanmate, therefore it was an enemy. They put unwanted dogs to sleep... just make this one lame... he could hear the voice now all the way from his den, and in a rare form of excitement the big cat came trotting over, white jaws opening in preparation. "A trespasser speaks quickly, for he wishes not to be made a bitch like his ancestors," Nightstrider spoke, the ashen fur along his spine rising. A warning was at least deserved, for he had too intruded once. Judging by the reactions of his clanmates, this one was not a desired face however, even if he was just a joiner.

The chihuahua stepped close to Xylia and Sel giving a small growl, he may be small but it was in his blood to protect his family, even if he couldn't do much. If this creature harmed any hair on his clan's heads he'd make sure they left with one less paw.

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[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Ryan padded over silently, hovering over Sel protectively, fed by the tension of his Clanmates as he glared at the strange doberman. What the fuck was going on here?

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Neptune listened to the words the End Game spoke, and he frowned, staring blankly at the place where the stranger had once stood. "The fuck was that supposed to be?" He asked, gaze flickering to the form of his daughter, as if she would present the answer at his feet automatically.

First off, Xylia didn't know who any of those groups were, and if they weren't allies of the Skulls, then why did that fella bring them up at all? She understood what death was, but at the same time, it wasn't like she'd seen it for herself. Death just meant they were gone to her. And what was the End Game supposed to be? Some other group that thought...well, what did they think? Kind of vague if anything, and full of it. Doing whatever they were doing didn't make the world...theirs. The world was HUGE. Nobody could dream to control the whole thing. It was stupid to think of such a thing as possible. His last sentence made her wrinkle up her nose and stick her tongue out, not that anybody would notice that. The stranger hadn't made any sense, and he'd just turned around and left. It'd probably be for the best interest of the Skulls if they didn't see him again if she had to guess. Instead of waiting for the adults to start conversing or try answering the questions she wanted to ask, she turned tail and headed off into the undergrowth within their territory.

[center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:140%;font-family:verdana]Hmph. The leopard allowed the Doberman to speak, though his pale gaze seemed to grow sourer with time. Not because of the message, he had no reason to fear meteors (or anything, really, he had Maestro to protect him from that should Strider do a good job with his own personal adventures). One last wink and the beast had had enough, leaping forwards with unsheathed claws yet only catching air for his troubles. He didn't curse the stars out of this 'End Game' mutt, instead, Strider just looked down at his long ebony claws, tilting his head 45 degree to the side like a confused puppy. "A leopard does not know those clans," he admitted. "But, he never wishes for games to end. They are fun to play, he says. When bitch of many meteors comes back, he gets a clawed up face," he spoke to either himself, or Maestro, probably the both of them.

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Xylia heard Sel, but beyond a quick squeak, didn't exactly acknowledge what was assigned to her. "Got it!" She would be right on it of course, but she wanted to be a bit more prepared for her other plan she had for helping figure out what the End Game was. Make sure everybody was alright, and tell them what happened. She could that, and the latter she could finish pretty fast considering how many questions she could squeeze into one breath.

[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Ryan had seen plenty of unnatural things since he'd died and been reincarnated into a cat. For example: that. But someone pulling meteorites out of the sky and using them to destroy Clans? That was the stuff out of stories, a threat for the heroes to vanquish. Only it wasn't a story, it was real life and for all he knew the Skulls might be next. He'd just gotten Lucy back, he couldn't lose her again. He cast an apprehensive look at Neptuneblue, then looked back at Lucy. "Can I come with you?" He asked, not thrilled with having to spend more time with Nep and Nico, since he was pretty sure both males wanted to tear his throat out.
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