I'M ALL BLOODY KNUCKLES — open, ambassador

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    to be honest, she had her doubts when she agreed to this alliance. their leader made the mistake of coming over with the stench of the rogues lacing her coat and naturally, chica was wary. still, with some convincing she took up the deal. now she's just gotta hope that it won't bite her in the ass, like she hopes with the cartel. bamboo hangs high over her head and the setting paints quite the pretty picture. with her torn attire and dark demeanor, she admits she feels a little bit out of place. "oi, dynastiers, 'm chicagocrimes from the sanctuary and 'til further notice, i'll be yer ambassador. how're y'all doin.?" upon reaching the border she settles back down on her haunches and lilac attentions continue to drift.




    DETTLAFF !


    "Greetings Chicagocrimes. Tequilanight mentioned you a couple times, good to finally meet you in person."

    The greeting came from a muscular black lion who seemed to weave from the shadows cast by the bamboo forest. Truth was that the bamboo thickets offered him a surprising amount of camouflage, plus he was no ordinary lion at that.

    "I'm Dettlaff, the Twilight Prince. We seem to be doing well, though activity around the place has been waning since the takeover. But I'm sure we'll manage. How are things in the Sanctuary?"




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    "ma!"


    a moment after the vocal outburst, tequilanight could be seen running towards chicagocrimes from somewhere far off, though she shortened the distance rather quickly. she moved forward and aimed to gently nuzzle her mother's neck; it was always a treat to see her here, in teq's other home, especially if she could show off her doings within the inner workings. anything to make her mother proud, right?


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    The female would slip over and offer a soft smile to the female. The Rouge scent long sense gone from her. She would take her seat and dip her head in hello. "Greetings once more. Can we offer you anything?"


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    ONCE YOU'VE HAD A TASTE OF HER YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME. YEAH, SHE'LL MAKE YOU GO INSANE! —

    ooh, who's this? chicagocrimes finds herself straightening out her spine as she locks eyes with a dark figure that unlike her, most definitely fits the home that dark dynasty lives in. "hello, detlaff, nice ta know my daughter thinks o' me when she's here," speaking of, a smile yanks at her lips and he head bends down to catch the gesture of affection tequilanight offers. "hey. baby, how're you?" the woman murmurs quietly before pushing herself back on her paws to return the swap of news with the dynasty's prince, "likewise. we're a lil' slow but that's nothin' we can't overcome. good ta know yer still afloat, though." and then finally, flora makes an appearance, free of that hideous rogue aroma and putting her completely at ease. "nah, 'm good, thanks. how's leadership doin' fer ya?"

    The female would offer a soft chuckle as she thought about it. "It is a bit different but I feel like it will get easier with time actually." She offered with a casual smile at this.


    thinking | "speaking"

    ONCE YOU'VE HAD A TASTE OF HER YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME. YEAH, SHE'LL MAKE YOU GO INSANE! —


    If it was the scent of Rogues, then Astral would probably be one of the less welcome members here. She wasn't 'proud' to be one of the Blackhearts, but neither did she feel guilty or ashamed - she simply was, it was part of her identity and the girl didn't plan to hide any of the three clans she was a part of. That would be one of the reasons why she'd never make a decent spy.


    Despite that, she didn't dislike the Sanctuary. In fact she didn't know much about them, but she hoped to change that now they were allies. The canine traipsed over, a leisurely smile slapped on her maw when she spotted her group mates surrounding the visitor. "for the record, Empress Flora's been doing great with leadership. from an outside perspective, I guess," after all, what did she know without any direct leader experience? still, the feline had at least been putting on a good act, if that's what it was.


    "my name's Astralpaw, it's great t' meet you!" she focused on the caracal, realising that she recognised the other, though she couldn't put a name to the face.