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    Sylvina had kinda slacked off the past few months.. scratch that, she had completely disappeared. Not that anyone would notice, that is. She barely spent time in BlizzardClan at her peak and practically knew nobody. The hellpup could realistically be classified as a rogue for a few weeks here and there as she would venture off on occasions and only return to the confines of the camp when the weather was too much to bear. Her youth was one that was spent vacant from any responsibilities or duties the fae morally should have contributed to and instead was replaced with rather rambunctious actions.


    The daughter of the Shadow Veil's late Sango took after her mother in many ways, one of those qualities consisting of a sadistic root implanted within her mind. Hunting was something that came quite naturally to Sylvina from a very early age. There was something about ending a lifeline and harnessing their energy for herself that fueled her with ambitious adrenaline.. There was no doubt that she enjoyed the hunt way too much for a simple meal and often found herself stalking prey for sport. Empathy was a quality that the canine had no possession of whatsoever.


    As she grew up terrorizing the woods and all the small animals within it, Sylvina couldn't help but press into the tides of loneliness. There was no one to speak with and quite frankly things were getting a bit dull. Her beginning stages as an outcast provided the female with newly found information - she was most definitely a pack animal. The inclusion of a family was something she had been void of from the beginning of her life and maybe it was time to finally embrace what she never had.


    Sylvina would make her way from the deep depths of the territory to trudge into camp, her optics glancing around at a few of her clanmates that cast a wary gaze. "I'm not an intruder," The hellhound would huff with pinned ears as she sat down, raising a paw to her snout to anxiously lap her tongue across.



    The tuxedo tom, having been sitting in camp for the last few minutes, looked over towards where the attention was currently directed at- a young canine. She wasn't an intruder, huh? Then who exactly was she? Upon further observation, though, Jerseyboy realized that she had been right. She looked familiar. "Ey, I know you... From somewhere." Jerseyboy arched a brow, gazing upon the young hellhound with a questioning glance. He couldn't exactly place where he had seen her. Had it been here? Surely not, as he hadn't seen her around. Perhaps in a different clan? Well, whatever. That didn't matter. "Forgot ya' name." He stated. Hey, he couldn't remember everyone's name, could he?


    percy padded over to jerseyboy and this person who insisted on "not being an intruder." hell, how come they had taken her in easily like that while he had to deal with all that bullshit of convincing everyone? biting his lip, the lion wondered if mike had known this person. it seemed that he had not, considering that the boy had been more quiet than usual today. shrugging his shoulders, the boy sat down, flicking an ear as he glared at jerseyboy for no absolute reason.


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    Artemis glanced up from the npc he was currently making money off of. Or in this case, a rare jewel. With practiced ease he told the npc what he wanted to hear, twisting words and phrases here and there, and before long the jewel was in his possesion. The conman waved his fluffy tail in farewell before nudging the sparkling beauty into his side pack and making his way over to where the trio stood.

    Arty felt the fur along his spine rise up in apprehension at the sight of the lion glaring at Jers. Clearing his throat the fox quickly stepped between the two, giving the hellhound a curious but non hostile look. Arty himself had never seen her before but that wasn’t saying much considering he had left Blizzardclan for a while.

    "Hello, luv," Artemis spoke in a pleasant tone, trying to be warm towards the new or returning creature.

    "I’m Artemis. Are you, perhaps, a returning member?" It made sense if Jers recognized her, so that was Arty’s first guess.


    ☽ —ONCE UPON A TIME I WAS A FOOL

    TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL && GANGSTER CRUEL

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    I'VE FALLEN AND I CHOOSE NOT TO GET UP —

    Klaus padded out of his hut with a massive yawn and a big stretch that seemingly took him minutes to complete. His withered gaze focused upon the supposed new stranger girl, and he dipped his head curtly before padding forwards to sit near, but not next to, the other clanmates who were confronting her. He knew a few of them, but not this Artemis fellow. With a huff, the graying wolf offered, "Well she hasn't clawed anyone yet so I'm sure she's fine," he was assuring himself more than anything. He supposed he better introduce himself, so he continued hotly, "I'm Nicklaus, or Klaus if you prefer. I'm a new arrival here." Ah there, finally the old wolf seated himself upon the ground. Klaus wouldn't be moving for a while now, that much was certain. Once he sat, he sat.

    ✰ APHELION HARBRINGER.

    The crowd around the hellhound certainly drew his attention. The dark lion rose onto his paws, lifting his head to get a better look at Sylvina. Seemed like someone introducing themselves or something? At least, Artemis and Klaus had given their names so he might as well, right? "Aphelion Harbringer. Don't remember seeing you around before, miss," he offered in his usual affable manner. "But still, a pleasure to meet you."

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