I DID IT AGAIN | OPEN, BLIZZARDCLAN RAID

Christ, he sure hoped that he had learned something from those spars he had done in the past. Although nothing was coming to mind now, maybe it would all come to him in a life-or-death situation. But these guys knew how to kill. They knew what they were doing. They could shove a knife down his throat in a matter of seconds. Don't worry about it. Jerseyboy eventually told himself. He was overreacting. These guys were small in numbers, weak compared to BlizzardClan.

The dark wolf made his way beside Pierce, his one pointed ear swiveling towards the serval as he talked shit about the Cartelians. Man, he was playing a dangerous game there. It was like talking bad about the mob. You never talked bad about the mob. The deputy tapped his paws in a fidgety manner, waiting for any sign of movement.

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^{the cheetah had no part in messing with blizzardclanners. she had never seen a reason to go and mess with them really. the thought may have crossed over her mind, but she had better things to do than mess with the pathetic excuse of a clan. i mean come on, what were they trying to accomplish? they seemed to always stay in their own territory singing about sunshine and rainbows. well, they wouldn't anymore, as she and cleo had recently began to talk about what clans to go and cause trouble in. blizzardclan had been brought up, but didn't seem to be a huge option at the time. now however, the female would find herself out of camp when a strange scent flooded her nostrils. what could only be the scent of blizzardclan (which she had smelt on her clanmates numerous amounts of times) she knew something was up. just the scent of one blizzardclanner would have been fine, enough for her to deal with but no. there just had to be the strong scent of many of them. and hearing the call of them? that had her attention. she knew that would be what they wanted likely, however, the female soon found herself a couple of feet away from the gentlemen, who greeted her with icy stares. bother of which were unfamiliar to her. fantastic. cleo and lucky better get their asses over here soon or they'll be looking for a new hitman capo. "may i help you gentlemen?" she would ask in a wary, icy tone.}

”How cute.” Sneered the tigress, arriving upon the scene with blazing oculars. Her pale tongue swiped over her ivory cheeks as she paused next to the Capo, a smile flashing in the light. Her striped tail lashed in anticipation as her gaze rested on Pierce and Jerseybitch. BlizzardClanners thought they were tough little cookies, huh? Amusing.

How long had it been since she’d been apart of a battle? Not no borderside squirmish... A real battle. Defending your homeland type shit. She was an apprentice probably. Little ol’ Bitterpaw, salt queen of ScarClan. The narrow panthera flexed her claws, excitement pricking down her spine.

Joining Pierce and Jersey seconds later, the tired husky gave the two cartellians a bored look, frowning. Was this really it? There had to be more of them right? Were the others just like... sleeping in or something? Well, whatever, this would easy if these two were the only ones who showed up. "Yeah, you can help us- by surrendering." Vincent would taunt with a sneer, panting with amusement. That was bound to piss them off.

✖ CAUSE' I KNOW THE COST OF TIME, AND I'VE PAID IT ALL MY LIFE —

the sound of an unfamiliar dragged the female to the scene, blinking unamused at the blizzardclanners before the child barked. "mooom! we got ugly people on the border! they smell of my deadbeat dad!" the little golden retriever would call, her curly tail swishing as she rolled her eyes at the blizzardclanners.

Seriously, this people again?. He had been kind enough to let them be even after thier fiasco to a raid last time but admittedly it had been because he had been sick so hadn't have the energi for it. To bad for them now though. Pissing him of one time and get away with it was like a motherfucking christmas present. A second time though?. Impossible for it to happend. The Godfather snorted as he approched with his raptor claws clicking against the ground and stop by the side of Avion since she was young and she was literally everywhere and did shit around here more then some of the Soldiers. No way he was going to lose a such importand thug for pathetic scums like them. Now where was thier members again?. No would it turn out like last time right?. Blizzardclan was supposed to be the biggest clan out there yet so hadn't the stomach to even turn up on thier own leader raid. Ridiculous. Blizzardclan was nothing else then a joke.

" Oh for fucking sake don't you guys even know how to hold a damn raid?. " he snorted, and rolled his eye . They just stood there and asked them to surrender with three people against a whole clan. Narrowing the orb Sol gave a lick to his lips before taking the front line of his thugs now with tail lashing behind actually glad they had come being so long since he had have the energi to rip someone apart. About time to gain back his reputation to be the most brutal Executor he had been back then but now the Godfather. " So which one of you lapdogs want me to rip you apart first?. " He challenged to whoever dared to attack him. Maybe if he was on a good mood would turn one of them to his personal mole.

"So much for watching one's language," Aphelion remarked dryly as he approached. Seriously? Talk about double-standards. The cave lion let out a loud snort, his eyes narrowing before flames flickered across his body. Engulfed with hot fire, he would lunge at Azo, hoping to slam himself into the smaller cheetah.

The Cartelians sure rambled on a lot, didn't they? Yowling and screeching like feral beasts. Especially the miserable imp - head slut of the sex ring - whom he remembered crawling to BlizzardClan territory, demanding an audience with the BlizzardClan leader. They had run off rather quickly though, when it became apparent that they were outmatched - physically and verbally. Snorting, he went for CLEO O. , finding her shrill voice grating on his ears. No wonder the Cartelians were so disturbed - they were being raised by harpies.

While she was distracted with Mentomori, the bulky direwolf lunged forward from behind, aiming to sinking his fangs into the flesh of her nape.

"Speech."

CLEO OMNIUM ♚

the cartel - capo of prostitution - gender fluid - 36 months - tags

― A loud snarl came from the smilodon as she felt fangs dig into the nape of her neck, being yanked back before she could lunge at the stupid male she was aiming for. "You wanna go, fuckface?" She hissed loudly, twisting her body to let her skin rip apart in the direwolve's jaws, feeling blood pool at her paws. Shivers went up her spine. "God.. You make me want to ride you right now because of that..~ Too bad you're apart of that Clan.~" She purred out, feeling the blood harden at her paws before levitating up, smoothing into thin needles that surrounded her body. The pain felt good to the masochistic Capo, her personality being a mixture between S&M, truely grossing others out sometimes.

Suddenly, the blood needles flew towards both Mementomori and Octavian, aiming to pierce through skin. If it landed, she'd then lunge towards Octavian, baring her own long, sharp fangs as she snapped at him, aiming to dig her fangs into the male's shoulder.

If these attacks didn't hit, Cleo would round herself to fire more blood needles, letting more blood seep out of her wound. "Honey, I thought I explained the prostitution division? People like you and others buy girls who like to fuck, it's simple.~" she chimed, golden eyes darkening gleefully.

Octavian made a face, visibly disgusted by the beast who's saline blood stained his white incisors. "You're revolting," the apprentice spat out. "You're old enough to be my grandmother." Ten months old. He was ten months old and some old hag more than several times his age was telling him she wanted to ride him. "Is this what you do in the Cartel? Sexually harass apprentices?" He knew they were rapists - they had organised and ran a sex slavery system not so long ago - but he hadn't realised they had gone so far as to sexually harass children, adolescents.

He ducked the blood attack but then was grabbed by the larger animal's gaping jaws. The direwolf snarled in pain, angered but also frightened of the sexual nature of Cleo's explicit words and threats. "Your child was watching. You told them off for cursing but then you talk about riding me? Raping me? Get the fuck off me, don't touch me!" Howling in anger, the apprentice kicked wildly, aiming his clawed hind legs at CLEO O. 's belly, exposed to him by the close proximity.

"Speech."

CLEO OMNIUM ♚

the cartel - capo of prostitution - gender fluid - 36 months - tags

― "Apprentice's are at the age of maturity, or so you seem to be. I don't see any problem with it!" She grunted out, feeling claws rake her stomach painfully. "I'm an adult, she's a child. I can speak how I wish. When she's 10 months old, she can talk however she.. Pleases!" The smilodon growled out, keeping her jaws grip tight on the direwolf, trying not to let go despite the pain in her stomach. So, Cleo did what she thought was best. BURN HIM.. Came the distorted voice in her head, driving her crazy with every syllable. Instead of listening, Cleo shook her head violently, aiming to shake the apprentice around like a ragdoll, hoping to stun him momentarily. KILL.. KILL..

Ears flattening in aggression as the sabretooth came at him, he would brace himself for the impact, knowing he wouldn’t have had enough to dodge- but the hit he had been expecting never came. Instead, Octavian had jumped in to assist, saving him a nasty blow. With Cleo distracted and the husky narrowly dodging the capo’s blood attack, Vinny would give the direwolf a thankful glance and begin moving behind the cartellian, keeping his body low to the ground and staying off to the side to wait for an opportunity to jump back in and help. "Wow- not only do you think it’s ok to pick on people who are clearly smaller than you, you think it’s ok to talk like that to my clanmates? Yeah, I don’t think I like you very much." The husky snarled before he made his move. Lunging forward, the male attempted to sink his teeth deeply into one of CLEO O. ’s back legs, hoping this would cause her to let go of Octavian and turn her attention back to him for the time being.

✖ CAUSE' I KNOW THE COST OF TIME, AND I'VE PAID IT ALL MY LIFE —

Mazikeen didn't like the cartel, nor did she like the exiles. They both had something common, her hatred. But that was it, because she didn't feel anything for either clan. She wondered when everyone was going to start attacking the cartel. "So we're just going to sit here and talk?" She thought they were here to raid the clan. she waited to see what would happen.

//if you attack maze, just @ me please and also i will not be replying with hayliel here, cuz it's hard to reply with 2 different characters. so lets just assume hayliel is away, giving out her services

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^{as the lion flung himself at her she snarled, glaring at him as she easily was able to dodge his attack. “oh please, i have speed on my side. you’re just a fat assed lion who can’t do shit.” she glanced at cleo seeing that they were all going after her, and she was worried for a moment. she knew the smilodon could hold her own, but for how long? she sent a glare at APHELION. as she charged him, aiming to leap onto his back. if successful, she would dig her claws into his back, and attempt to drag her claws down it. the least amount of damage she would give the male would at the least be drawing blood.}

Damn, shit was heating up. The wolf stood his ground, his amber eyes darting all over the place from opponent-to-opponent. Whose face was he going to bash in today? His eyes locked onto the Godfather as he threatened the BlizzardClanners. "Keep talkin', fuckface." The New Jerseyan snarled before charging forward, aiming to punch SILVANUS in the nose. Whether that worked or not, he would aim to punch him again. He wasn't, er, "formally trained" but he still packed quite a punch. He supposed that his street-fighting skills came in handy when he needed them.

Artemis was watching from the sidelines. Why the bloody hell had he volunteered for this raid? He couldn’t fight, not well anyway. The conman relied on his wits to get him out of a fix, not his fists, The fox’s green eyes seemed to swim with unease as he watched the fighting going on around him and he felt ill. What was wrong with him, this wasn’t his first raid, not at all. It was his third? Still, he had kind of been a coward then too.

No, he couldn’t this time. He couldn’t hide in the shadows, sometimes you had to get your paws dirty. Pity, he just had his nails buffed and polished.

Arty scanned the fighting creatures around him, on the lookout for any Blizzardclan member that might need assistance. It seemed everyone was locked in battle, blood and insults flying everywhere.

His dark orbs locked on Jersey’s wolf form and Arty felt his fur rise higher when he saw the fierce wolf’s opponent. Wasn’t that the Godfather? Shit dude, Arty couldn’t let Jers fight that guy by himself.

A conman and whatever Jersey was against the bloody Godfather himself? Sure, go big or go home, he supposed,

With a snarl, he dashed towards the pair with green fire burnimg bright in his eyes.  SILVANUS  

/ lmao i’m just gonna wait till Sol responds to Jers first before i have him actually attack

Pierce’s attack was to be expected, yes, but at that current moment? Not so much. The force of the spotted wildcat knocked her into the dirt, slamming the air from her lungs and leaving her gasping for breath. Then, the bitter sting of claws digging through flesh blossomed across her flank and a pissed off hiss left the tigress.

After finally catching her breath, Bittersweet scrambled to her feet and aimed to swing forward with a heavy paw, hoping to land anywhere efficient. Her cranium ached from where it had landed roughly into the ground, but the panthera bit her lip and glared down at the serval with hatred in her molten gaze.

PIERCE P.