The angel had no personal experience with Blizzardclan, but he had done his research. After one of his members had given him the idea, Serafin had decided that they would make a strong ally, something Darkclan desperately needed now. Hopefully they would consider the invitation at least. The Darkclan leader only wanted to bring justice to the world, and not the kind that those dedicated proclans wanted. No, they were too controlling those proclans. Serafin thought people should be allowed more freedom than they offered. Alone Serafin would wait at the border for a patrol to arrive.
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London seemed to be close to the border when the scent of another clan wafted over to her. It wasn't any clan that she already knew, so the albino walked over eagerly, limping with her broken leg. Other clans were always so exciting, she loved meeting those people that lived elsewhere, they seemed to know so many things the child didn't. "Hi, welcome to BlizzardClan! I'm London, how can I help you?" the paladin trainee would ask, looking around for a gift basket. Usually other clans brought gifts when they came, but it seemed this guy didn't. London would smile at the leader, curiosity sparking her gaze. She really wanted to know why he was here now.
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The scent was all too familiar to him, the wolf recalled when he had stayed in DarkClan only to leave when the Exiles had caught him out on his fugitive act. They had a tendency of leaving him alone, and he could forgive that, it was what he needed at the time. Things had changed since then though, the clan could've fallen victim to some horrible tragedies unbeknownst to him due to their withered size. He secretly hoped that was not the case, it was one of the only few clans he had no problems with.
Approaching with a grin on his maw, the canine rasped "Never thought I'd see one of you folk around. It's a pleasure to meet you," . He didn't mean that ironically either, Feliks guessed he could've risen high in DarkClan's ranks had it not been for the Exiles putting a bounty on him. "You gotta name kid?".
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Pierce didn't think he had ever met a Darkclanner, come to think of it - only heard of them. Well, it seemed today was his lucky day! Or unlucky, depending on how this guy behaved. And, with the direction things had been going lately, he couldn't help but assume this wouldn't be a particularly lucky day. Arriving soon after Feliks, the serval halted near the edge of the small group, offering Serafin a hollow smile. He said nothing yet, though, unlike his clanmates, and instead decided to wait to hear what this guy had to say.
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"Yes. I am Serafin, the leader of Darkclan." the dog announced, encouraged by the fact that these people seemed to already know where he was from. "I would like to speak with the leader here, if you don't mind. I was hoping to request an alliance." Serafin could only hope that they would consider the invite. Darkclan might be an old clan, but it was not what it once was. Blizzardclan was far more powerful than them. However, Serafin desperately wanted to restore Darkclan to its former glory. To do that, they needed allies.
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Fadingmoon
BlizzardClan Deputy.
9 months old.
Current body: Domestic feline.
Art done by Desmond.
Played by Frostsoul~Fadingmoon flicked an ear as she approached. Another alliance request? It seemed they got many of them, though she certainly shouldn't be surprised. They were quite the large Clan, perhaps the largest out there right now. It would do many Clans a service to be an ally with them. But it wasn't all about them mooching off Blizzard, though; it was something that needed to be earned. Something that needed to be of equal gain and equal loss. Preferably more gain than loss, overall, but neither Clan could offer up their blood, spit, and tears only to receive nothing in return. But alas, that was not her decision to make. "Sweets will be here soon then. Meanwhile, welcome."
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An alliance request from Darkclan? How likely was it that Blizzardclan was going to accept them after a trial alliance? Mieczyslaw had bumped up the percentage to 30 after watching Sunclan successfully wheedle their way into their alliances. But props to them, the leader did a fine job and their clan was rather prosperous. Now all the had to hope was that it wouldn't fade away like the Sanctum when the powerhouse leader decided to step down or something of the like. "Tell us about your clan," the apprentice would finally speak as he joined the congregation, "what are darkclan's numbers, your current allignment and any other stuff that should be known by a possible ally."
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AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER･ﾟ✧"Hmm," Sweetophelia hummed in agreement with her younger vice-leader's questions, striding over to join the rest of the group, lingering close to Fadingmoon and Mieczyslaw. "Sweetophelia Targaryen," she introduced herself politely. She assumed that the DarkClan leader would have at least done enough research ahead of time to learn the name of the leader of the clan she was seeking to establish an alliance with. "Who are your current allies and enemies? And as for the latter describe the nature of your hostility." An active war or perhaps a more pro-longed and even lazy back-and-forth of aggression like the one the Exiles had established with every clan?
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Serafin bowed in greeting to the Blizzardclan leader and vice-leader. "Ah, hello. It's nice to meet the two of you." With that the dog began reeling off information, "Darkclan is an anti-clan, but a justice seeking one. Our numbers are currently very few, but those few members are active and we are working on attracting more. We are allies with the Skulls and enemies with the Cartel, Exiles, and the Blackheart Rogues. The Blackheart Rogues is the only enemy we actively fight, though it has not yet turned into war." Whew, hopefully that answered their questions. Serafin was brand new to this sort of political stuff, so the angel was forced to learn as he went.
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Justice seeking. They hadn't changed the branding at all. However, it was ironic that they were actively fighting against the Blackheart Rogues, another anti clan who believed in karma. So in a sense, both groups were justice seeking, but in different ways. What made it more ironic was that the Blakcheart's deputy had asked for an alliance way before Darkclan did. Anyhow, the kitsune had nothing more to ask and glanced over at his mother, awaiting her verdict.
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GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE, AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER･ﾟ✧ "A justice-seeking anti-clan?" Even despite her own anti-clan background, Sweetophelia found the phrase to be an oxymoron, a paradox in beliefs and values, in the definition of what an anti-clan was and stood for. "I'm curious," she remarked her pale lilac eyes briefly flickering back to meet Mieczyslaw's as her son looked to her, expectantly. "What 'justice' are you seeking? Who are you specifically seeking to punish and what for?" Was DarkClan a justice-seeking group in the sense that they sought to inflict the same tortures and harm upon their enemies? Was she to expect that DarkClan would start up their own sex trafficking ring made up of Cartelians?
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