SWEET SWEET VICTORY SHIT || Joining

Who the hell was this? "Shut th' fuck up." Jerseyboy growled, fur bristling as he watched from afar with narrowed, green eyes. It was quite the rare occasion for Jerseyboy to be rude towards a lady, but alas, he couldn't flirt with this one.

Cipher.

The very word echoed in his mind. His attention was drawn back to the triangle-shaped scar that was dug into his shoulder. It was mosty healed by now, but ever since the torture that he had endured months ago, a mental scar still remained. It haunted him. It terrorized him in his sleep. So, anything or anyone who reminded him of Bill Cipher was automatically an enemy in his eyes. "I outta' throw you out right now, you dumb broad." Jerseyboy let out a snarl, his muzzle crinkling as he bared his teeth. He stormed toward his sister, pointed ears pinning against his cranium.

Hey, this girl was familiar. Pippa, the one who had killed a BlizzardClanner? The one who had started shit at the border? The one who had fought with Sweetophelia? Right, like this was going to fucking happen. This was even more of a reason to shut her up.

No Body Exists On Purpose

^{? ― Morty vaguely knew the name Cipher, a name he had been warned to never talk with no matter what. So was this like a kid? They must be. Jerseyboy also seemed rather harsh to them, maybe they were just as bad as their father? Whatever the case Morty stayed off in the back, set to watch the whole thing go down}

The light patter of paws on the hard-packed earth of BlizzardClan's territory announced her arrival, betraying the feline grace slapped onto the hellhound by her mother's mannerisms. She was a bit of a amoeba after all, she adopted the habits and quirks of those she spent her days lounging around, that being said she was a mess of peculiar traits at this rate. After all, she wasn't approaching from BlizzardClan's side, she was approaching from behind Pippa. What? No they weren't traveling together, she was just getting back from her month long vacation to the beach.

It was a lovely affair all in all and pale yellow hibiscus flowers were draped gently around her neck in a lei she much have acquired on her journey. All that fun shit aside, she was finally home and ready to return to existing in the world like a normal... er, not a human being but you get it. Innocent excitement boiling up in her belly the slender femme slipped up on the scene with a happy giggle to see... Pippa. Her little chime of laughter warped into something more semblant of a mocking snicker in that moment as she tilted her head at the ugly little bitch, her large bat-like ears pinning against her narrow skull as she pressed a paw to her chest and fell back onto her ass. Fucking Pippa?

This dumb cunt really thought she could come back all high and mighty and walk away scott free? Or worse, did she think she could join? Jesus Christ she didn't even need to say anything the situation made a laughing stock of itself and to be completely honest she found her quick wits dumbstruck but the gal of the scene before her. "Oh sweetie," The demoness cooed to start, her xanthous eyes narrowing dangerously, "You're deluding yourself if you think your deficient ass is ever welcome in this clan." Now, if someone would excuse her, she had been awfully without any decent action of the violent type on her little vaca, lovely as it was.

If she had lightning manipulation it would be an amusing spectacle to 'begone thot' the cunt and light her a new one but she wasn't her parents, she possessed a more subtle set of skills that required less flair and more execution than anything. It was a pity truly, but to be fair never laying a claw on her would be a waste of opportunity. Closing her eyes for a brief moment the succubus rose to her full, not nearly as slouched and hysterical height, and opened her attentions oncemore. Now the slits of her pupils looked as if they were reduced to mere slits and seemed to fit a feline body more than her canine figure, a trait inherited from both of her parents no doubt. Shifting back onto her hind legs she sprung forward powerfully, her claws outstretched to hook into the flesh of Pippa's gut. Brutal? Fucking sure it was but center mass was easier than trying to deal with a flighty little pussy ass bitch who ran instead of fought and hid behind their inflated ego in compensation for their sheer lack of skills.

Now, she was going straight for the guts, surely Sweet and the babes wouldn't mind this one, sometimes a little violence is necessary to accomplish what you want in life. Her momma taught her that one and she liked to find them words to live by.

"I don't think it works like that, sweetheart," the large tiger rumbled as he entered the scene, narrowing his icy gaze to examine the female. She seemed like trouble, based on the way she talked to his clanmates and the way they reacted to her as if she had caused mayhem here during a previous time. Jersey straight up wanted to throw her out, and that made Rajah rather uncomfortable around this Pippa Cipher character. "You should probably beat it before things get ugly." He most likely wouldn't attack, but it seemed like others were ready to or were already attempting to do so. So now the tiger would stay back, and stand his ground, and perhaps make sure that she couldn't reach camp. He'd guard it if he had to. Really, the tiger had just moved here not long ago, and he didn't want this sort of trouble brewing in his new home.

Jerseyboy frowned, noticing the flirtatious undertones in Pippa's voice (or perhaps it was sarcasm). It must've run in the family, because he flirted a shit-ton. That only seemed to disgust him even more, though, and he grunted, "Don't call me that." He twitched his tail. "We're related." Whether she was Bill's daughter or not was unknown to him, but telling by her last name, they were indeed bound by blood (unfortunately).

He stared her down, his gaze harsh. He didn't move from his spot. "You don't think we rememba' you? That we forgot that you fuckin' attacked us? We ain't fuckin' dumb; we don't just let nobody in. You got five seconds before--" A feminine voice had interrupted him. It was familiar, though he seemed to have forgotten her name. His sharp gaze flickered to Mira as she threatened Pippa. Jerseyboy felt inclined to deal with this situation on his own, considering that it was already a "family" matter, but he'd take whatever he could get. Pippa wouldn't leave until she was thrown out on her fucking ear, and if Mira was willing to attack her, then so be it. He tensed as she lunged forward, awaiting anything more.

The iron smell of blood filled pale nostrils and she breathed out harshly. That was never a good sign and she understood that people were getting hurt. Someone was getting hurt and so she had made her way over with a stumbling series of steps. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she focused on the scene, trying hard to keep herself calm but heaving breaths pushed her chest up and down heavily. Someone was fighting someone else and the lingering words of them not being welcomed rang back in her ears again. Why was she even here if they said she was not welcomed? Her eyes narrowed a bit before she shook her head and stepped forward, tail swaying against the tune of some darker beat before she sat down and sniffled a little. "They said you aren't welcomed here. You can't stay." She murmured but mostly to herself as she pulled her rounded ears back against her skull. It was rather plain and simple and even the fact that she was attacked screamed that she was not wanted here. So...she couldn't join. Regardless of this auto thingy she as proclaiming if a clan had reason enough to deny entry then well, that was that, right?

SOME DAYS I'M BUILT OF METAL — Rick Sanchez — loner — he/him/his — Tags

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Rick watched the fight with wide, brown eyes, his frame and body protectively jutting in front of Morty when he saw the labrador gawking. He, too, had been told never to associate with those of the Cipher name, and it wasn't hard to pick up what was going on. She'd killed someone, a pretty heavy accusation, and now wanted entrance into Blizzardclan. Dumb bitch. It was pretty obvious you didn't go back to the scene of the crime or you'd be caught, but it seemed as though Pippa wanted that. Every hair on his nape stood up, prickling with unease. "Don't get yourself hurt," Rick growled, solely to Morty, before he near pranced forward, the claws of his forepaws digging into the soil. "God, jeez, I hate brats," the teal furred canid snarled, teeth bared. He'd never fought like this. In fact, he wasn't quite sure how proficient he'd be, but he was wiling to try, especially if a murderer was moving in where both he and his grandson slept. Fuck, That. "Look, bitch, you better get stepping."

It was bad that Andraste was here, she was going to hear a few words that she shouldn't. "Get the fuck out," the dark colored kitsune's cold voice seeped into the area as he joined the small group of angry Blizzardclanners. Pippa, the trouble prone and petulant child that refused to grow up and barely tried to understand how the world worked. He didn't even care that she was a murderer. The only thing that put her on his radar was that she made the mistake of targeting his clan in many ways, even causing lasting trauma to Pierce(the male stood his ground quite brilliantly however). That was unacceptable. She was a crazy egomaniac that never shut her mouth up about her so called accomplishments. "How idiotic do you think we are, cunt? We don't want your shit stained face over here, you do nothing but lower our iq and reputation," his expression was a calm but dangerous neutral, he rarely like to show annoyance or anger after all, "you claim the right to auto acceptance but you don't understand our law, we don't shelter criminals who harm our clanmates like you." They weren't going to wait for his mother, he was going to run this bitch out. Anyway, why would they need Sweetophelia to judicate this anyway? It was plain written law that they did not accept creatures who did them harm into their fold. "Now get out or we'll kill you." They were neutral clanners, Mieczyslaw Targaryen did not mind getting his claws bloody or taking the life of a degenerate who had wronged them. And well, she wouldn't be his first kill. She wasn't special. Much like back then, Pippa was a tiny gnat in the history of Blizzardclan, annoying and brianless that's what she was. He wouldn't mind killing her over and over again to just keep her away from his clan. Darker smoke would begin to curl out of his nostrils as his pale amber eyes began to deepen in saturation.

He just came in time to hear Pippa spout about auto-acceptance and he held back a snort of laughter. Judging by the pouring of visceral hatred for her, Aleksei was surprised that she was still around, but then again, it didn't seem like she had an ounce of common sense in her head if she claimed she could join BlizzardClan on the basis of auto-acceptance without looking into the law specifically--Aleksei had always thought it applied to newcomers who weren't dangerous or didn't cause BlizzardClan grief. His general fury at Pippa's audacity to show herself here and attempt to join shrouded over his distaste towards Pierce and Aleksei casually glanced over towards the vice leader. "Hey, Pierce, you want a new throw rug?" he offered. If he could grin, he would be. Seeing that what needed to be said to drive some sense into the girl's thick skull had already been said by others, he saw no reason to say anymore to her.

"I wouldn't thought it was possible but you grow dumber and dumber each time I see you," Sweetophelia remarked, almost astonished by the level of stupidity she was witnessing in Pippa now. Then again, was she really? Pippa had always been a brat, loud-mouthed, empty-headed, and utterly disgusting in the way she held herself, harbouring delusions of grandeur. "Get the fuck out, or I will gut you like a fish here and now."

Hiding behind trash talk couldn't save Pippa. The little beast was a horrendous combatant, she couldn't stand a chance against the leader of BlizzardClan, let alone outnumbered as she was. "You challenged me to a fight last time I saw you. Then you ran like the coward I knew you were, like the coward your father was when I beat him down to the dirt." She was done humouring dumb bitches like Pippa. "I am going to mount your head on a pike, cunt."

Sending out a flare of hot fire, Sweetophelia intended to encircle Pippa in a ring of fire. Pippa didn't deserve the mercy of a quick death. She deserved to have her limbs cut off, her eyes gorged out, and her tongue cut to silence that shrill voice forever. She deserved to be thrown into a mud pit, to rot as swine. "I'm embarrassed for you - you don't even know how a basic law like auto-acceptance works. You're the dumbest cuck I've ever had the misfortune of seeing. I don't want to even touch you - you're so revolting." She would never forgive Pippa and her childish cruelty, the way she had hurt Pierce, Pierce who was worth a thousand Pippa's (god forbid, they be cursed with so much evil in the world).

Jesus fucking Christ this child was deficient or something, did she just not get it? Not that it mattered she'd gut her one way or another for the sheer thrill of it but she did realize the auto-acceptance policy only worked for those who hadn't harmed the clan right? Actions have consequences, and those consequences never faded for the rest of one's life. It was time for people to start being held accountable for their bullshit. After having sprung back neatly for Sweetophelia's flames the hellhound pressed forward on impulse, relenting didn't let her get her point across, the point that she'd fucked up and now there was a tab to pay.

She wasn't even pussying out in ghost mode like she did initially, it seemed she genuinely cared about getting in. Bloody tragic. If that was the case then this would be easier, after all it wasn't like she had a shred of skill past going all 'oh no now you can't hit me because I'm an ambient fucking piece of fog or some shit'. She'd never seen the kid fight once, that being said she was relatively confident she had this in the bag as long as she didn't pull any dumb shit which she likely would. It was so much easier to cheat than to face consequences and hold your own after all.

Circling the ring of fire like a predator whose cornered their prey the temptress narrowed her eyes on the figure, her tufted tail flicking side to side in her wake and she prowled around the containment. Sure she'd love to rip her apart now but the leader was here now so her priorities had to shift, she'd be acting on orders now versus her own volition. It was more professional that way after all.