Osiris padded in a circle, feeling frustrated. You'd think finding a God damn desert would be easier than this. Sure, he'd found the desert...but how did he find their camp? After wandering around for a while, he stumbled upon an NPC who chuckled at his plight, but then guided him to the border. The NPC ran off to fetch others from the Sanguine Ruins and the male took a chance to sit down. He put his basket down, flicking an ear. In the basket was herbs, tea bags, and little odds and ends he'd gathered from around BlizzardClan. Useless junk, really; colored rocks, interesting rocks, pretty flowers. Hell, he didn't know what to bring. He was only a year old, after all. And he had never been an ambassador before. Sighing, the lion with the blue flames waited patiently for somebody to approach him.
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the scent of garlic and roses mixed within that of frost's dying breath came forward within desert breeze, the ache of nostalgia in recollection of mentor who so personified sweet summer rain long dead was a familiar one. a foolish thing, perhaps, clinging onto past with searing finger tips- but the ache had indeed dulled over time's gentle passage, as it now solely whispered memories within back of tattered mind. it brought a sad smile to daunt lovely features; these facts were not new. the curiosity, however, was indeed something unusual that flourished within chest when coming upon such a mundane task.
a creature forged of heaven's sighing and spilled ichor stepped forth upon corpse lined borders. a perfectly ruined being, appearing a shard of moonlight's sugared visage fallen to earth, graceful and raw within nature though unyielding as star dipped gaze edged so slightly within a tragic form of gleam. defiance, gentle and kind and cruel and dream-like. a perfect contradiction stepping forward upon spilled ichor sands. a perfect, exhausted, contradiction. "Welcome to the ruins, how may I help you?," he stated, offering a form of soft expression which was far too sorrowful to be defined as a smile but not at all ukind enough to be thought of as a frown. it was quite obvious the newcomer was an ambassador, from the gifts he bore and his dispostion, but it was still protocole and, quite frankly polite, to inquire such things.
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Osiris gave a sigh of relief as the new leader of Sanguine Ruins came trotting forward to greet him. The lion inclined his head in greeting, feeling anything but merry though. The trek from BlizzardClan had been long and he had been so lost in the desert that now all he felt was irritation. Still, he forced a smile to his face and plodded along with the introduction necessary for his job. "Hello. My name is Osiris and I come from BlizzardClan. I'm the new ambassador from there but I'm afraid I don't know anybody, as I am a new ambassador...and frankly rather new to BlizzardClan."
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Kino had found himself not too far behind from the leader when the unfamiliar scent invaded his nostrils. He approached the stranger and stared as he took the information in. If anyone could empathize to the lion, it'd be Kino. He was still finding his way around the new clan he joined, and he took on the role as an ambassador for another clan. It isn't the easiest thing to walk right in to a new place and then visit others to keep allies strong. He nodded before speaking to the feline "It's a pleasure to meet you Osiris, I'm Kino, and we thank you for making the journey to do this." The shepherd didn't want to take charge of the situation, but he was definitely interested in the ambassador and how he'd introduce himself to the allied clan.
I'M ALWAYS TIRED BUT NEVER OF YOU & TAGS
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Malik had found his way over, instantly taking residence beside Hypokrisis, standing tall in almost a protective stance over the much smaller male. At the stranger known as Osiris explained his business, Malik allowed a slight dip of his cranium. "Pleasure, call me Malik." He rumbled, eyeing off the basket of goods hidden beside him. He could only wonder what things they had been brought, and Malik sure hoped they would provide as useful for the clan.
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Osiris nudged the basket forward, but really the only 'good' thing in there was herbs. The rest was just pretty or cool little trinkets he'd picked up on his travels around the territory. Rocks that he'd painted, flowers, etc. "I'm glad I made it. I must admit, your camp was hard to find. I got lost...thankfully one of your Clan mates led me here. I'll remember the way next time. It's a pleasure to meet all of you. How is Sanguine Ruins doing?"