inside this mansion ; open, secret dual alliance request

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    Secrets.


    Oh, she had just so many, didn’t she?


    She’d worked so hard, trained so hard, and just when she tasted the first cool blood on her tongue...


    A bird had to swoop in and steal all that was hers.


    Her emerald optics shimmered as she wove about obstacles, the light causing a green reflection to ignite on her cinnamon-tipped muzzle. Her ivory ears twitched, the red feathers of a hawk nestled behind her left, and she tasted the air as she took her first pawsteps into the misty scent of The Shadow Veil’s border.


    She hoped that, here, they valued power. For certainly, if she had defeated the one in power, she was not to blame for their weakness. Rumor had it that Tanaquil had had friends here, but she wouldn’t speak of the incident, her tongue swirling about her mouth to wipe away the blood from her pearly fangs, washing it down her throat with a shiver of power.


    What would she say? Her planned speech replayed in her mind. I’m Warpaint. I’m a murderer, and I wish to join. Or, no, perhaps it would be better to say I’m a member of The District, and I wish for a dual alliance, but let’s keep it a secret. Something like that would have to do, for her pads had sunken into the soil upon the border, the former leader’s blood gone from her smirky sweet smile.


    There was no turning back now.




    BUT WHEN YOUR WOUNDS OPEN, YOU WILL CRY


    soundcheck / shadow veil & duskguard / male / tags & information



    *:･ﾟ✦ Soundcheck, it seemed, was the first to arrive. He glanced at the newcomer with bored brown eyes. Another day, another stranger, it seemed. He didn't really care for power--but maybe he should. Perhaps being a leader, he could kill Mingan quicker--or perhaps, accomplish that as a Duskguard, perhaps a Nightwatcher. He had to plan.


    "Your name and business?" he rumbled, tilting his head slightly as he addressed the stranger.



    "Speech."


    Even after all her struggled planning, it would seem that, when Soundcheck approached, the words she desired flowed freely in a gentle stream from her maw. “Warpaint,” she purred, her emerald gaze hoping to catch a glimspe of interest in the other’s dull look. The she-cat hoped for a more enthusiastic encounter, but then, this group was not like her other home, and she figured that there were too many she-cats appearing on the border for her to make much a difference. Insignificant.


    Well, she would show them she was more worthy than the others. Perhaps through an initiation, or the next event, depending on the systems here. Inexperience would lead her no where, she realized as this thought process traveled her mind, so she would have to learn quickly. “I would like to join your ranks.” The District was not an enemy - in fact, she recalled them having a friendly sort of stance, Last she knew - so she chose not to mention her dual alliance. She has already rewritten her loyalties.


    Having concluded her brief speech, she dipped her head to Soundcheck and awaited a response.





    BUT WHEN YOUR WOUNDS OPEN, YOU WILL CRY


    soundcheck / shadow veil & duskguard / male / tags & information



    *:･ﾟ✦ Oh, a joiner. Mm. Soundcheck had seen enough of those. It never fazed him. He'd seen a lot growing up. "Welcome them. Soundcheck, Duskguard here." The wolf dipped his head to Warpaint. A fierce name, it seemed, for such a kindhearted newcomer. Nonetheless, one more for Shadow Veil's ranks.



    "Speech."


    streetfighter didn't have any secrets. as far as he knew, he was an open book when it came to secrets. well, except for one. his real name. richie tozier. where he used to live, where he came from. okay, maybe he did hide some secrets. and they were small. derry was just shitty little town in a place called maine, so what? so what he ran away? no one would give a shit, right? except he hadn't really "ran away." it was like some force just like telling him to leave. like the others. swallowing softly at the thought, richie padded up to warpaint, his eyes narrowed softly, though they always were. "hmm, glad to have ya, i think. i'm ri- streetfighter, and i'm a pretty big deal here. i'm a duskreacher." he said, puffing out his chest, though it didn't mean anything. he was a semi high position. but he didn't really understand that. and, fuck, he had almost slipped his name up. damn thoughts trying to give away his position.


    tags & info

    FRAGILEPAST

    "TALKING" || 'THOUGHTS' || 'TELEPATHY'

    Using your name as an introduction in a secret alliance wasn't very smart of her, now was it? Nevertheless, he did not know of her secret, nor did he care enough. It just took his mind off other things he needed to focus on. One of those things included welcoming joiners. Not his favorite pastime, but rather mandatory, especially as a Shaderunner.


    The panther sauntered up with his eyes straying out of the corners of his eyes as he observed the newcomer carefully. An unfamiliar Districter, it seemed. Nevertheless, things didn't seem troubling. "Welcome to the Shadow Veil, darling," he greeted promptly with a dip of his head. "The name is Fragilepast and I'm an even bigger deal here compared to Streetfighter's pitiful rank." Fragilepast was only joking, but inside he was cackling, as the comment had raised his ego to another level. Such a prideful sinner.

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