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    TAGS ♦ ♦ ♦ — It had been a long journey from his holding cell. The cage that he had spent the days and nights traveling in was cold and lonesome. He wanted to go home to Bulgaria, but he knew that he couldn't. He was better out in the wild than he was back in that horrible place. The bear had been paraded around in circus acts, entertaining the hundreds of thousands of audience members. From a young age, his powers had been exploited for pure amusement and the greed of the humans. His parents had to face the same fate as well.


    The burly brown bear arrived on the HawkClan border. Viktor may have been brand new to clan life but that didn't mean that he was stupid. He recognized someone's territory when he came across it. He angled his small, round ears and looked around, his brilliant hazel eyes gleaming in the sunlight. "Dobar den--er, hello?" Viktor greeted softly, as he was a rather quiet fellow. He spoke Bulgarian around his family, but now that he was alone, there was no need for it anymore.

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    TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW — marsella xerses — ♀ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt;][size=8]The smell of a larger animal had her hackles raised as she made her way to the border. Her eyes were narrowed just slightly, glowing orbs of vermilion, the platinum steel reflecting any light as she lifted her head up and took another deep breath in. A bear. She'd smelled on before and she had also encounter on but she was unsure of the motives of this one. Pulling back her ears the masculine female slowly walked forward, slightly limping from her healing infection that had left her burn a bit nastier than intended but at least she was alive. As she came upon the other she heard a few words that she didn't know though he seemed to transition to something she could understand. Hostility dripped off her in waves and she had good reason to. Her clan was on the brink of extension from a damn famine and a bear could do some serious damage that they didn't need so the massive canine confronted him. "So, who are you and what do you need?"

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    I AM DISGUSTED BY ALL THE INJUSTICE — littlestar — hawkclan — she/her —

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Much like Marsella, the image of the big bear who seemed much better of physically then the Hawkclanners, put her in a state of intimidation and hostility. It wasn't perhaps as prominent as the warhounds agressiveness but it showed as she limped towards the scene, casting the gruff bear a brief once over. Oh, the harm he could put upon her people. Just one bear was all it took. Then again, not only a week beforehand had the Exiles launched an attack on her people and they'd successfully fought them off (although not without casualties and burnt trees). One bear wouldn't be much to take down but still, he could take down plenty before that if he really tried. And the thought of it alarmed her. The three legged tabby stood besides her much bigger friend and felt tiny in this world of giants. It was quite a normal thing for her to feel tiny as she always had been unusually small for her age. But this was like.. she was a dwarf standing inbetween two huge towers. It was intimidating. But with Marsella here it felt a little better. Besides, she was positive that she had quite the bite and claws to fend for herself. She had years of teaching, after all. "Yo, yo, yo bruh." Littlestar grunted, waving a scarred paw and dipping her head. She didn't want to come off as completely hostile so kept some restraint on how far she let herself go.


    She noticed his thick Bulgarian accent and tilted her head, recognizing it. He also appeared to be able to speak the language. How interesting and yet, fitting, at the same time. A Bulgarian bear? That was quite honestly a perfect match.

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    TAGS ♦ ♦ ♦ — Never before had Viktor seen someone bigger than him or his parents. Everyone seemed so small to him at the circus, but maybe it's because the humans enjoyed little dogs and goats performing tricks for them. The female stood a foot or two taller than him, which made his hazel eyes brighten with interest. Granted, on two legs he could stand at ten feet, but he wasn't willing to intimidate anyone here. Another one approached, and it was obvious that she had been in a fight or accident. Her back leg was missing! Also, they both seemed... a little skinny. If not, a bit ragged and shaky. Was there not enough food out in the wild? Viktor wasn't the fattest bear in the world but he wasn't scrawny, either. Now, a scrawny bear would be quite the sight. He felt sorry for them, because he knew what it felt like to starve.


    The first female seemed a bit gruff, though the second's tone was more laid back by the sound of it. He blinked and cleared his throats before saying, "Oh, I was wondering what you call this place?" Viktor had forgotten to state his exact name and business, but he was wondering if he had found the right place. He had heard of groups of animals living together. Apparently, his ancestors had been in "clans" or "tribes".

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    TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW — marsella xerses — ♀ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt;][size=8]She took note that he didn't say who he was but she didn't have the strength to force herself to care. Sitting down the large canine allowed a tired sigh to leave her muzzle as she lifted up a paw and rubbed it against her muzzle. Shaking her head a little she pulled her ears forward and focused on the large bear, though she was intrigued that he had come so far. But would he stay when he knew there was no food. "This is Hawkclan, bear. My name is Marsella and that is our leader Littlestar." She spoke with a lighter tone than she would have before she motioned with her tail to the domestic beside her. "Are you joining? I need a name and just so you know we are currently in a stupid food crisis."

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    TAGS ♦ ♦ ♦ — Viktor was a little confused when he had been called "Bear", but he realized that he hadn't introduced himself. "Oh, I am Viktor. Viktor Krum." The Bulgarian replied, his voice still soft as it always was. "It ees a pleasure to meet you both." He said before listening to
    Marsella again. A food shortage? Well, as a bear, he tended to have a lot of fat, so he doubted that he would immediately starve. Maybe the food would soon come back. "I am sorry to hear about that. I am just looking for a place to stay, though. Perhaps I could try to help you all." Though he couldn't emphasize "try" enough. He had been raised in a circus, meaning that he never caught his own food. Still, perhaps his predatorial instincs would kick in.

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]Admittedly, Imperia had arrived earlier, yet it had taken several moments to gather enough courage to approach the bear. She was not so blind as to not recognize the lack of hostility of the massive mammal, but her was, well, a massive mammal. Nothing personal against Victor, but Peri found it difficult to approach those who were not only male, but much, much larger than she. Still haunted by old demons. "You are kind," commented the timid female as she finally abandoned the safety of the forest, stepping into the clearing and joining the rest of the group. Her words were genuine - it was amicable of the bear to offer his assistance to people whom he had only just met.


    "My name is Imperia Arceneau," she introduced, her French accent scarcely noticeable save for her tendency to use the French pronunciation of the "r" sound rather than the English one. "'Tis a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur. Welcome to Hawkclan."


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    TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW — marsella xerses — ♀ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt;][size=8]"It would be better if you could help. Having another mouth to feed around here isn't the best option for use but we don't turn own joiners. If you could manage to being back...maybe a couple fish a day from the lake then yeah." The direhound shrugged her shoulders before her muzzle parted in a large jaw that shook her body. Shaking just slightly she would push herself to her paws as a stranger came up and introduced herself. She was from Blizzardclan right? Eh, she didn't pay attention to all of that dribble and her eyes flicked back to the bear before she gave a gruff nod of her head. So he was a clanmate now. It was good to be getting new members in. "Welcome to Hawkclan."