Graveclan had interested Serafin. Hopefully he and the rest of Darkclan would get to know them better soon. The Graveclan territory seemed almost elegant to Serafin. He liked that. The angel would wait patiently on the border for a Graveclanner to pass by. He needed to talk to their leader, of course, but at least someone else could get the leader.
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The scent of DarkClan is enough to make the German pad over with slight interest. The only other time he's caught wind of the clan is when one of the older members her had some part time alliance with them. Oprah. Nostrils flare at cerluean eyes lock on the form of the angel and let's out a soft huff. Seems like everyone wants to be up on them while they're on the move. "What do you want?" Comes the gruff words as Wolfgang stops in front of the stranger, tail swaying from side to side.
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The slightly rude greeting made Serafin hesitate a moment-- perhaps Darkclan was unwanted here? Well, the Graveclanner hadn't explicitly said that and Serafin was already here, so he shook the thought away and continued. "Hello, I am Serafin, leader of Darkclan." the angel introduced himself, "I was hoping to speak with your lord, Leviathan if I'm not mistaken, about a possible alliance."
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Oh, the leader of DarkClan. Does he feel bad about his greeting? Not at all. So long as he was here there would be no avoiding a rude welcome by the german. Ears twitch at the name and gave a slight tilt of the head. "Well, Serafin, hate to break it to you, but this Leviathan person no longer leads. Haven't heard of the name until now and no one here is called that," he responded and rolled his shoulders. "I'm in charge here. Name's Wolfgang." A small smirk spread across the blond's maw, clearly amused by something. "You want an alliance? Then I need all of the allies, enemies, and so on."
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oh shit, somebody's in a mood and for once it isn't her. chicagocrimes is there at even the slightest hint of conflict, orbs alight with some sort of twisted amusement as they rest on wolfgang's slender build. damn, when did he have such a bite to his words? her leader is growing all up, and she feels completely locked out of the loop. chica settles down abreast him, gaze now fixing on the possible ally with a toothy grin.
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This was going downhill fast. "Oh, sorry." Serafin apologized after the German corrected him, unable to hide the edge of irritation in his voice. "We are currently allies with the Skulls and have a trial alliance with Colouredclan. Our enemies are the Blackheart Rogues, the Exiles, and the Cartel. We are an anti-clan that seeks to bring justice on anyone who the majority of the clan finds corrupt. However, we will also attack to preserve our honor." he said, taking a deep breath after the long explaination. Hopefully that covered whatever the leader wanted to know.
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so basically, their clan motto is 'talk shit, get hit', yeah? sound like her kind of people, especially in regards to their enemies, "oi, ya got a vendetta against the rogues?" the inquiry is spoken with glee as she leans forward, already warming up to the stylings of darkclan. maybe chica will get a dual alliance there, because she absolutely despises the blackheart rogues and their people, especially one of their old leaders krieger. she fought with him a few days ago, even. "fuck yeah, kid!" she raises a paw as if expecting a high five of sorts, her grin stretching from ear to ear, "hope ya give 'em what's comin' ta them." bunch of narcissistic pricks, that lot is.
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Mm. Cerulean eyes narrowed at the apology, hearing the hint of annoyance in the male's voice. What? if they guy has a problem then he can fuck off for all the German cared. The Australian kelpie shifted his standing stance into one of sitting on his rump and held in a snort. So DarkClan was trying to play the anti-hero? Tch. Guess if you're not unique enough then no one wants to come over. Though Wolfgang remained quiet as Chica piped up about the Blackheart Rogues. If he remembered correctly they had attacked GraveClan with the whole "End Game" shit, resulting in the Rebellion losing them as allies because Bill had been apart of the attack. "Is that so?" He huffed and tilted his head in the direction of the lioness. He was more than sure he was there to experience the former leader's hatred towards the Rogues when he lived there. "I'll give the alliance some thought. Consider this a trial period. I'll let you know where you stand by the end of next week." GraveClan itself was having changes and for all anyone knew he could change them to pro for fucking kicks. "Okay?" No ifs, ands, or buts. Serafin either agreed or not.
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A trial period. He could live with that. Serafin nodded to the Graveclan leader. "That sounds good. Thank you." the dog said with a neutral expression. At least the other seemed nice. Serafin offered Chicagocrimes a small smile and offered an "We certainly intend to." He was unfamiliar with high-fives, so he stared curiously at the other's raised paw. "Is that a friendly gesture here?" he asked, slightly embarrassed.