May The Fourth Be With You // Double Joining

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    Join one of these posses to look for their next meal? It sounded like a good enough trade off to her. Hunting down powerful loners was hard enough, wouldn't it be great to just live in a place where food was a plenty? At least that's how she perceived it. Nyx hadn't bothered to think about the consequences of eating a 'clanmate'. Or maybe this group was warring and had enemies? Surely they wouldn't punish for euthanizing hostile creatures and using their bodies and souls for other purposes. It seemed like a win win.


    The lucky winner turned out to be Windclan, it was the first border the couple came across. The antlered wolf halted a few paces away from the border, her purplish pink eyes critically taking in the mountainous territory. Passable. She didn't like the trees, the color green offended her but upon spotting some mountain peaks that seemed to disappear through the clouds, the green was forgiven. The closer to the sky the better, right?


    Glancing over at her much larger counterpart, the skull faced creature would finally speak, "what do you think, babe? Good enough for us or should we keep moving?" They had to mutually agree on shacking up here. Everything had to be that way.
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    ITZCOATL

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    [font=georgia]Shadowing the other creature was a hulking monstrosity of a something. Equally fleshless face seemed to leer at their surroundings in this one, the line of his mouth crooked with teeth--so many white teeth. Whereas the other was light and slim, this one was heavy and stout. As Nyx stopped, he stopped too, raising his muzzle to the air for a moment as he glanced over the place.


    "Whatever you want, BB," he returned with a small hum from his throat and a shrug of his shaggy shoulders. Purple eyes slid over the scenery, horizontal pupils expanding slightly in curiosity--forests, mountains in the distance. He wasn't too particular about where they lived as long as he could eat something, sink his claws into flesh and tear into meat. Nothing else mattered...well, not exactly. Nyx mattered more, of course.

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    It usually ended up that way, with Itzcoatl allowing her to make the decision. As good as it sounded, Nyx was not in the mood for having the final say since this was not the time and place for it. This situation was much like asking bae where they wanted to go to eat, however, bae replies with 'I don't care, you pick'. Picking a home was like choosing a restaurant to her because of that.


    If she had flesh on her face, the femme would have frowned as she turned her face towards the fellow beast. "Yay or nay?" She demanded an answer, aiming to roughly bump Itzcoatl, partially out of affection and half from irritation. "But I have to say, green is the shitiest color," Nyx remarked, turning attention back to the scenery. She much preferred muted or darker colors that didn't eye-rape her.
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    [font=georgia]Yeah, it kinda ended up like that unfortunately. He generally wasn't very particular about many things, though there were some things that he was extremely picky about. Color as a reason was...interesting. He tilted his head slightly as he accepted the bump, a small exhale coming from the open gap of his muzzle.


    There was a demanding tone in her voice, which meant he had to give her a hard answer. "Sure, I guess. We could always move if it doesn't suit you, BB," Itzcoatl commented dryly. "We don't need to stay in one place." He blinked a little bit, gauging her for her response. This place could make do at least until they got bored of it or something else.

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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]"Hello, uh, I hope I haven't interrupted anything." Luke approached the two, cautious, but twice as curious. They looked... weird, and that's what made them interesting. "But I do have to ask what your business with WindClan is."

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    There was an answer. Not very confident, but close enough. It was the best thing she could get from Itzcoatl. "The thing is, I'm tired of moving around so much," she would remark regarding the last statement her man made. Having no attachments was fun and all but constantly moving around like they were criminals? Nah, it got boring real quick. But she supposed if things happened here and the word got out, they'll have to move anyway. A shame really. Why couldn't morality accept the fact that some creatures just had to die for food?


    She sensed the approaching lion and shifted her attention accordingly. A young specimen, she wasn't sure of their power level but they seemed to be missing a paw? A prosthetic took the place of where flesh once was. It had to mean something, that either this male was a fighter or a klutz. "Of course not," the star beast would have grinned if she could, "not interrupting anything at all. And oh, business? We're looking to join Windclan."
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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]"Oh, looking to join? Welcome to WindClan then! Your names? I'm Luke Skywalker," he said with a small smile and nod.

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


    Well, it seemed that neither he, nor Vader, would be the most 'interesting' creature in Windclan anymore. Did Oliver mind? No, not at all. Perhaps others wouldn't stare so much, then.


    "Well, I hope you two decide to stay. Welcome to Windclan, I'm Oliver. Do you require any food or water?" he asked as he padded over.


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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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    DARTH VADER

    Darth Vader is a cyborg barbary lion. An artificial lion-gorilla hybrid, robotic legs and arms allow him to walk upright and use his hands. At his full height, he is fourteen feet tall. A Dark Lord of the Sith, and former Supreme Leader of the First Order. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt, along with his lightsaber. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    // retro to meeting


    The air dropped a few degrees with his presence, and took on weight- as if the air was oppressively pressing down on your chest. His breathing rattled and his form swayed back and forth as he breathed. He comes to stand next to Luke, holding himself up on his hindlegs, arms crossed behind his back.


    Even Vader is trying to digest their appearance- the reflected lenses of his master never wavered, remaining on the two wolf. Vaguely, he remembers Star Jelly- she had a pelt made of stars. Hux had proven his loyalty by killing the cat and giving Vader her tail. He was still proud of that- it was pretty.


    So, he resigns, picking out his words. [b]"You seem to be very far from home."

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    [font=georgia]An ear twitched as he turned his head to face Luke, his pale purple gaze going over the lion's figure, but at Nyx's words, he turned his attention back towards her. "Then we'll stay," he murmured, attempting to give her a friendly bump with his muzzle as she addressed Luke's questions.


    There was a small exhale from the open nasal cavity of his face as he noted there were others approaching. Some green creature and a dark metallic one, too. Violet eyes flickered out against the black sockets of the skull as he observed them with mild interest, wondering how their flesh would taste between his teeth. Lions were all too common--whatever those were were not exactly.


    As they were addressed the questions, the horned creature said nothing, merely glancing over towards Nyx in inquiry.

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    We'll stay. How long was that going to last? However, instead of acting the slightest bit resigned to their inevitable fate, Nyx accepted the nuzzle from her spouse, in fact she rubbed the male back with her cheek. Opening her mouth slightly, a jet black tongue slithered out in an attempt to affectionately lick Itzcoatl's muzzle. Public displays of affection were part of their everyday routine.


    The young lion was trusting, incredibly trusting, but then again, she supposed that was protocol. However, she did appreciate the fact that it made her life much easier. "My name? Nocturnal," she introduced herself with a ceremonious dip of her head before gesturing to her companion beside her, "and this is Itzcoatl, my husband." The canine/cervid hybrid glanced up at the larger beast and would have grinned at her hubby if she could. It was funny introducing someone as one's 'property', it never got old to her. "Pleasure to meet'cha Luke."


    Upon hearing another voice, the elegant beast would turn her head to face a monstrosity. Oh stars. Look at all that green! One moment she was complaining about the wretched color and now this... Griffin(she could hardly call it a living beast) stood in front of her with all green feathers! Thankfully, she couldn't make any facial expression with her fleshless features or else she would have twisted her face in disgust at the embodiment of the most offensive color. After a moment of silence, she would regain her composure and speak once more, "Oliver? Delighted to make your acquaintance. And we do not need food or drink. Thank you for the offer though."


    And then another appeared, an odd looking one to tote. Bipedal? Hah, she hadn't seen one of those in a while but this one, they radiated power. What a wonderful meal he would make. What delightful powers did he have? What could she and Itz-darling gain from this strange beast? There was a hitch in her breath as she gauged the cyborg. But shit, manners. Stop ogling at possible meals and be sociable. Far from home. "I guess you could say that," she replied with a slight tilt of her partially fleshed and furred head, "But I could say the same for you." The augmented male didn't seem like he would belong in such a peaceful place like Windclan.
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    Vader felt the creature had a point there- the Nambi desert was extremely far from here, and the volcano was even farther.


    "This is my home now." He says firmly, his foot anchoring in the dirt. The lenses of Vader's mask bore into them, as if trying to pick the two starry creatures apart. He didn't like the feeling he got.


    Manners.
    "Darth Vader," he finally says, introducing himself.

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    [font=georgia]There was a small hum of amusement from the large creature before his attention turned back towards the WindClanners gathered. There was a grunt from Itzcoatl as he was introduced to the others. He didn't have too much interest in the WindClanners--Nyx had wanted to stay here, so there he was. He had no stake in them.


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    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;][font=georgia]"Well said," the canid shaped beast practically purred, amused. Was that an overreaction? No, just her regular persona shining through as it was difficult to display her current emotion without flesh on her face. Now his name, Darth Vader? A two parter, certainly more interesting than the regulars names she's heard over time. "I don't mean to pry but does it mean something?" She then asked, briefly glancing at her husband, "and oh, pleasure to meet you, of course." Well, she better shut her ass up soon and get going to wherever their camp was.
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    ".....It is a title," Vader said, choosing to be vague about it, his eyes focusing back on their fur. "...If I may, what are you two?"


    // I'd love for these guys to have a thread

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    [font=georgia]// sounds good with me!


    While Nyx and Darth Vader conversed, Itzcoatl raised his head slightly to better observe the rest of the landscape, not really invested in the pleasantries that were being exchanged. The mountains were high--very high--reaching up into the sky like great fangs of rock trying to eat the sky. Itzcoatl could sympathize--to have such a thing in reach, but never touching...


    An ear pricked slightly at Vader's inquiry. What were they? "Why does that matter?" Itzcoatl replied in a flat voice.

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    A title? Ohh, who gave it to him? She was bursting with per usual when there was a potential mark in her sights. With that heard, the femme would nod her head heeding his words and in return pondered his own question. What were they? Hah. A good question to ask but the two of them would never give a truthful answer. "Oh, c'mon, don't be a dick already, babe," the star beast would snort with laughter as her partner shot back an aggressive reply, offering the male a bump. Turning her pink and black eyes to the strange hybrid once more, she replied, "just a couple trying to eke out a living, nothing else." Of course she knew the male was hinting at something else but she gave a mundane response.
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