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    The ginger Savannah remembered the briefing before she left -- that the former ambassador to the Sanguine Ruins left and they lacked a proper communication line to the desert-dwelling group. She doubted the Ruiners were aware of their name change or such things, but she supposed she would get to that during her visit. If they hadn't changed their minds about being civil with her home, naturally.


    Tail flicking behind her, she looked up at the... stone wall with corpses. Charming, she thought with a slight grimace, her mind flashing back to her more gothic and emo teenage phase. A month ago, she would've delighted at this. But now, she was more embarrassed at her former self and concerned about the germs than anything else. Still, she had a job to do, a job which certainly involved more than just gawking at the Ruiners' territory.


    Clearing her throat, she called out, "Hello? I'm Zenith, ambassador from the Prismatic Plains -- we changed our name from ColouredClan. I'm here to learn about what you guys are up to and update you on my home." Her voice sounded strong, if a little bit... softer, than she meant. It was hard to feel loud in this massive desert, especially with dead bodies staring at her.

    Diego wasn't used to the site even as he trudged forward to greet the Sanguine Ruins guest. Unlike Zenith, it wasn't a phase he was going through. The golden savannah had hated death and anything to do with it. Bleached white carcasses and blood was all he needed to ruin his good day. He didn't go weak in the knees upon the sight but it was enough to alter his mood if only slightly. The rolling sands and glamorous pyramids he enjoyed but when it came to the Blood Nile and border of the Clan, he hated this place."Nothing interesting." Diego remarked lazily, his Spanish accent dancing along his tongue. He didn't know much of what they were doing except the capture contest that they were having although Diego didn't feel it was worth much mentioning. Besides, he was more interested to hear about their apparent ally. Who knew he could learn new things about the Sanguine Ruins. He thought he had knew it all. "So, what's up with your Clan?"

    Ah, the Prismatic Plains. Barb had heard of their recent name change simply because word got around the clans, but she would have preferred to hear it from the clan themselves. She had been planning on going to check up on the nature of their alliance soon, seeing as she hadn’t heard from them in a long time, but luckily for the Plains, Zenith had made it to Sanguine Ruins before she had a chance. Having been nearby when Zenith arrived, she came over shortly, her nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the stench of the border.


    Like the other two, she disliked the corpses that lined her border, but only because of the smell; they held a good fright value for trespassers, and it gave the Ruiners something to do with the people they killed. “Barbara Fawkes,” she introduced simply, her head tilted back a bit to make eye contact with the taller molly. “I’d been beginning to think you guys had all died.” It was only partially a joke, since she had seen only one orir two... whatever members if the Pristmatic Plains were called now, in months. She would have asked how they’d been doing, but since Diego had basically asked that already, so instead she asked, “Would your clan be interested in any events together sometime soon, or something?”


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    The smell of death is disgusting, yes, but Dantalion doesn't even bat an eye as he joined his clanmates at the border. He's seen and smelled worse, so the wall of corpses and the rather fascinating river running with blood don't necessarily phase him, though it does seem to be a good repellent for anyone who wants to stir up trouble. He regards Zenith with an air of disinterest, gaze trailing off elsewhere as though he'd rather be doing something else. The truth is he's just traipsing around to seem productive, since he's been particularly lazy these past few days. He's almost curious to know the reasoning behind the name Prismatic Plains, but he doesn't bother to ask, instead choosing to quietly remark, "Interesting choice." Other than the name change, he doesn't know much about the clan, and he's not very inclined to actually go off and learn. Not that it matters much to him anyway, as he doesn't mind if the Prismatic Plains are secluded or not.


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    Everyone seemed mostly unphased by the corpses -- but that surprised her very little, considering the fact the bodies sat up there to begin with. Still, she found their lack of care a bit unsettling. The Sanguine Ruins and Prismatic Plains considered themselves anti-clan, but it was fairly obvious that each group held different interpretations of what that alignment meant. Perhaps these guys simply refused to outgrow their emo phase, as opposed to her getting out of that mindset quite quickly.


    At any rate, she knew she had questions to answer and these people to talk to, regardless of the sight unease that spun in her body. "Well, our new leader Arcadefire, is doing alright and we have... four deputies now, so the hierarchy is pretty full. We've also had a few joiners, so we're doing well -- and certainly not dead," she answered, cutting an amused glance to Barbara at her last phrase. If the Queen implied she considered her home weak allies, then Zenith wanted to disavow her of that incorrect assumption. At the Queen's question, she dipped her head slightly before answering her directly, "I'm sure my home would love to do events with you. I've heard that you've struck up a Gladiator event -- we don't do many captures in my home, but I could pass along the news of that for you. Events that are popular in my home usually have something to do with art, teamwork, or a combination of both -- like our color run or monthly hunt. I think a game of paintball would be fun for both groups." Considering how warlike this Clan was, she hoped paintball would be good.


    Glancing over to the third person to greet her, she chuckled slightly. "Definitely. Our members are still divided on whether they approve of the name change," she told him, tail flicking behind her to show what she thought on the matter. Names, after all, were quite useless -- the meaning, though, was more important. And she had to agree with her father: nobody wanted to be called a Plainer, how ordinary.

    The male spotted his sister and bound over to her. Eyes bright and tail waving behind him as he flopped down near her. A grin on his maw as he rolled to his back and waved his paw in hello. "Sis! I didn't know you were an ambassador! Then again, I didn't know we had those anyways."


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    Breaking formality at the appearance of her brother, she grinned widely at his appearance. A purr rose out of her throat as she playfully batted at his raised forepaw. "And I didn't know you had a dual-alliance! Being an ambassador is pretty fun, but it's a lot of traveling and diplomacy, so... not exactly a job everyone signs up for. How're you liking the Sanguine Ruins?" she asked him, assuming he probably liked the group more than she did, with her dubious first impressions.

    "I like it here actually! they are really nice and fun to be around. It actually seems a lot nicer once you get to know everyone!" He purred as he let her playfully bat his paw. He then beamed at his next statement. "I was made a second tier!" He was kinda proud of that fact really.


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    Made a second tier? She supposed that was a semi-high position, which was certainly interesting. "Congratulations! Say, how about we plan an event together for both of your homes? I'm the ambassador and you've got a dual-alliance, so... hm, what paintball or some kind of throwing paint at each other game sound fun?" she suggested with a twitch of her whiskers.

    The male liked that idea and he would roll over to sit up. Sand in his pale pink fur as he offered a hum. "Water balloons with paint? That would be fun I think!"


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    "That sounds awesome. I can set it up back in the Prismatic Plains and you can make the announcement in Sanguine Ruins for the event? Or would you prefer another division of labor?" the young Savannah suggested, flicking her tail slightly. But it would be fun, she thought; she hadn't had any kind of water balloon fight in ages, and adding paint? It'd be fun.

    The slender tabby arched a brow as Zenith glanced over to her, listening closely to her idea about the Gladiator Ring. Barb had never thought of extending the invitation to capture people to allies as well, though it wasn't a bad idea. Then again, most of her allies were neutrals, who likely wouldn't want to watch the Gladiator Ring at all, but did that matter to her? No. Not really. "If you think they'd be interested, sure," she said with a slight shrug, figuring it'd be an easy way to get more gladiators. She glanced over to Whisp as he arrived, a bit surprised by the realization that he had a sister, but not saying anything as the two conversed- not until they started talking about a... paint war? A chance to hurl things at other people was certainly tempting, and it'd hopefully be a good way for the clans to grow closer. "That sounds like a good idea," Barbara confirmed at Zenith's final suggestion, giving a slight nod. "Say- is there anything I can get for you before you go, kid?" Whisp would probably prefer to help her out, but Barb supposed it was considered polite to offer. She didn't know a ton about manners, but she was at least pretty good at feigning them.

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    Pleased to get the approval of the Sanguine Ruin's Queen, the red Savannah dipped her head in acknowledgement. "Actually, would it be alright if I stuck around and collected some of your desert's sands in small bottles. Less than a cup in total, really," she requested, wanting to keep some in her room as a keepsake. Wanderlust was starting to hit the girl hard and part of its first manifestation was the desire to go around visiting all the deserts of the Clans.

    Collecting some sand? Certainly an odd request. Croc never really cared forthe idea of collecting things. Except maybe video games — he loved those. Other than that, really, he didn’t get the appeal of collecting natural things, like sand. Well, to each their own. The second toer approached as their a,bassador inquired about this, and he shrugged. Certainly, Barbara wouldn’t mind. Or maybe she would. He didn’t know. ”I suppose it’s alright,” The creature said, scaly tail swishing heavily back and forth. ”But might I ask, what is the appeal of sand to you?” He tilted his head, smiling softly.

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    Ah, a question! She liked questions -- meant people paid attention to her actions and scrutinized them. "Sand is pretty weird, you know? All sand from different locations is different, both in color and mineral composition. That, and bottled sand looks effortlessly gorgeous," she told him with a slight nod.