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    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Nico arrived at the desert, light clothes covering his body and goggles haphazardly pushed onto his forehead. The tom didn't usually dress up so much, but he was fully aware of the dangers of the desert; and considering this was where Bloodclan resided, he wouldn't doubt if they had giant deathworms or something akin to that swimming through the sands as well.


    A few creatures behind him let out moans of discomfort while wearing the tough, heavy packs filled with art, spices, books and weapons that he'd packed; he frowned unhappily at them, while silently wondering if the Bloodclanners would let his animals drink and rest before they set out again. He'd been walking for a long time, trying to visit every ally of the Skulls.


    "Greetings, is anybody around? My name is Nicotine, and I come from the Skulls. I'm here to trade and discuss ways to strengthen our alliance." Nico called out.

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    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width:500px; text-align:justify;][center]KAHLUA / MANED WOLF / BLOODCLAN

    It was a relief to have someone upon their borders with purpose. So far, from what Kahlua had seen, it was just joiners and visitors. Not that joiners were a bad thing, but it got repetitive greeting them. She appreciated that Jackdaw had taken the time to give them shout outs in the meeting, though, that was polite. She digressed. Curiosity was present on Kahlua's features, which was a rarity for the maned wolf. She was plenty capable of expressing her negative emotions, but when it came to positivity, that wasn't her strong suit. "Trade what, exactly?" Kahlua asked, taking a moment to glance at Nicotine before she began to weave her way between him and his 'pack mules,' sniffing at the various objects and trying to make sense of them. It was all so unique, Kahlua had not seen anything this interesting since she'd joined, and she was rather pleased with this Nicotine guy. Despite her 'cheerful' (by her standards) demeanor, the maned wolf did not really feel like introducing herself. She would show them some good old BloodClan hospitality, though. The Skulls was an ally, yes?


    "Would you and your friends like a drink? They could put some of that stuff down, if they'd like. I would imagine the journey here wasn't an easy one." She had never made the trip herself, nor did she desire to, but the maned wolf knew that carrying packs around, especially in a desert with no solid footing, grew tiring very quickly. He was trying to strengthen their alliance, and Kahlua respected that wholeheartedly. The least she could do was offer them water. "I'm sure that there is some food lying around here somewhere, as well.. if you are hungry." Personally, the orange wolf never ate anything that she didn't kill herself. The whole concept of a fresh-kill pile was, quite frankly, disgusting to her; she knew mostly everyone else was on board with the idea, though, so that was what she would offer to the Skull merchants.

    Kace squinted slightly in the hot desert sun as he trotted over to greet what appeared to be a trader. The Malinois had no interest in trading anything he simply wanted to watch. "There are a couple water holes near by but I do suggest that you DO NOT drink out of the Blood Nile. You'll get sick."


    "Personal experience?" Horizon mused as he came over, looking over at Kace with a slight smile. Turning to Nicotine, the devil tilted his head at him. "Yeah, what exactly are ya lookin' for?" He asked, echoing Kahlua's question.
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    (c) advo

    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS-UPDATED 5/07]
    GENERAL:
    horizon shifter-cipher | female to male transgender (he/him) | viscount [hp; vice-leader] of bloodclan, former chief [leader] of the eclipse force | physically and mentally 3 years
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] tasmanian devil with fangs
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    none
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    none
    PERSONALITY:
    sassy, protective, smart, sarcastic, "drama king", dedicated, protective
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; biromantic, bisexual
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally medium
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER:
    played by maple
    tag: #horizonsc
    demonblood shifter xx bill cipher (gen 3)
    all powers, venomous fangs
    tv tropes/bio
    in-depth tags

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    Trading? Well, that was interesting. The cougar female wasn't sure she even had anything to trade. She was still curious, though. If she found out this time what kinds of things this stranger had, she'd be able to come prepared the next time he visited. She wasn't really much for material things but if he had something of practical use, she would be more interested. Stopped near Kahlua, she would take a seat, waiting for the stranger to answer the questions. Kahlua was an interesting female. She had met her several times and found that she seemed to be intelligent, possibly enough to be worth talking to on a regular basis.

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    PAINT ME AS A VILLAIN — jackdaw mortem — ♂ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt][size=8]Drinking from the Blood Nile was definitely not the best of ideas for sure. It would most likely make someone sick since it was comprised of mostly blood and water which made it flow easier instead of becoming a congealed mess. The scent of the Skulls filled the nostrils of the undead leopard as he prowled forward on silent paws that spread across the ground a golden green frost. His ice wings pulled against his body as he lifted his frosted green eyes upon the pack animals that had come forward with the visiting ally. Well, this was definitely interesting and if he remembered correctly they had once come with animals for trade as well. "Hey, what do you have there? Oh, welcome to Bloodclan and thanks for coming to talk to us. Name's Jackdaw, the leader at your service."

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]"Books, spices, art, and some weapons. Most of it is plundered or handcrafted by our own members; I know I've written a few of the journals in there. I'll happily elaborate if you're looking for something specific." Nico answered as the first person padded forth; a maned wolf, quite the odd sight. He knew to be prepared to see stronger animals when coming to Bloodclan, but he hadn't known they'd be so interesting. The cat tried to avert his gaze before he got caught staring; he never saw many maned wolves around, and he was itching to ask questions.


    "We'd love a drink, and we'd all be happy for a rest and some food." Nico said, immediately pouncing on the offer; the journey had been rough and long, especially considering his animals had gotten quite ornery halfway through. "I'll, uh, keep that in mind." He responded as another Bloodclanner approached. He'd heard about the Blood Nile, but he'd never imagined he'd ever meet the people who fed it. Life took you to interesting places sometimes.


    "I'm looking for mainly non-perishable foods, water filters and medicine." Nico responded to the inquiry, stifling a laugh at the quips. These people were quite friendly, huh? It was homely around here, despite being possibly the worst place for a civilization. He dipped his head to the silent cougar when she approached, but didn't say anything.


    Next was someone vaguely smelling of rot, with gorgeous wings that took all of the tom's willpower to not dart up and touch. How did they work? Why did this man smell dead? Wait- He was the leader? Goodness, he was glad he'd contained himself; that enthusiasm would've been embarrassing at best and deadly at worst, according to legends.


    "Oh- Its no problem, thank you for having me. And nice to meet you." Nico said, before taking a sharp breath of the near unbreathable-hot desert air to focus himself. "One of the things I came to do was talk to you about ways of strengthening our alliance, and my captain approved of a raid against Riverclan if you'd be interested. We'd be going by boats, but the fighting would be normal." Nico suggested. Mock-raids were fun, but they didn't really appeal when you were working with two anticlans.

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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;][color=black]Dusty doesn't exactly share that homely aura, very cold and reserved in presence alone. It's halfway just his personality, halfway a hidden nervousness with socializing. The feline wyvern makes his way over with slow and mindful steps as he looks over the line that's arrived at their border. The Skulls? He thinks that he remembers them coming here before- pirates, he believes. If they still are then he's not too thrilled to be around the lot and the comment about the boats seems to imply as much. Not to mention, he can't swim. Dusty suppresses a grunt and takes a seat in the sands. That's of little concern to him right now as what is of interest is the haul he's described, mostly that first thing. "I can offer you some vials of Prickly Pear juice or Jojoba salve to peruse and pick out some books." The former has many uses, but probably the most useful for their kind would be hydration and to fight viral infections. The latter for conditioning and wound salves, but not good for ingestion. That's all he can really offer at the moment and he only knows those from an off hand conversation with a herbalist. Anyway, he wants to get to looking before this visitor gets steeped into conversation about these raid and bonding plans. "Do you have any in other languages?" The creature moves around to the side, sweeping his spiked tail through the sands as he walks, gaze trained on the exhausted travelers. "Ah- Dusty, by the way. My name." He frowns under his mask by the awkward wording and sighs lightly.

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    PAINT ME AS A VILLAIN — jackdaw mortem — ♂ — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 470px; text-align: justify; line-height: 123%; margin-top: 4pt][size=8]Sitting down the leader tilted his head a bit at all of the items the other had to trade. He wished he had some things he could trade himself but currently he was in a bad way. Stealing things had not been the norm for him for a very long time and he found that he actually missed those actions greatly. They were fun but running a whole clan was time consuming. He didn't have the time to scope out an area for a target to hit as he used to and the corner of his maw twitched before he just gave a light nod of his head. Focusing back on the task at hand he looked back to the Skullian before finding interest in what they proposed. A joint raid. "That sounds good. They won't suspect the Skulls coming from the water. I'd have to agree on such a raid. When do you wish to launch it?"