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    Maplepaw strode around the brambles at the edges of the clan's camp without a care in the world. The sound of leaves through the trees caused the femme's triangular ears to rotate and swivel frantically, and as she tilted her gaze towards the sky, she heaved a sigh. Cloudy. With the lack of sunlight, her normally olive green and golden luminaries just seemed dull, turning an dirty shade of mucky, grimy green.



    For a moment, the athletic vixen thought her chocolate brown ears had ensnared a strained sound, somewhere in the distance. Her tail shot straight out; could it be? It sounded like one of the camps she had heard of so long ago from her mother as a kit. The long-legged chocolate smoke slinked along the soggy earth, keeping low. Her fur, soft as feather down, was heavy with the water-saturated air, but her soul felt light as a feather.

    —This ‘clan’ as they called it was still taking some getting used to. Their alcohol selection was horrid. The fact that they thought it was strong was amusing.


    The wolf was walking through the forest, for this was one he had not had the time to explore this area yet in his many years of life. While he was walking, he nearly ran into this small feline.


    Pierce took a step back, a white, mischievous grin forming on his maw. “Ah! Well hello there darling.” he would say, his deep British accent thick. “What brings you to this establishment..?”



    Maplepaw stopped mid-stride, taken aback. A wolf?She quickly got over her surprise at his polite tone, and gently cleared her throat. What a lovely accent.Dipping her head courteously, she smiled. "Hi. I'm sorry, but where exactly am I?" She tilted her head to the side, eyes soft in curiosity.


    Looking around carefully, she took several paces forward toward Pierce. "I'm Maplepaw. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."


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    "The Thunderlands, my dear."

    The answer would come from a frail looking lion with white fur. The male weaved his way closer and he then offered the newcomer a gentle smile, eager to prove that he was no threat to her.

    "I am Regis, it is good to meet you Maplepaw."

    He would introduce and greet, bowing his head to her.


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    A lion, a wolf and... at this point, where is the bear? Stifling a laugh (she often made herself laugh), the she-cat gazed upon the frail lion with olive green luminaries, the faint rings of gold inside gleaming. Sidling up to the two, her rich chocolate pelt shone brightly, and betrayed her lean and athletic frame. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Regis."


    Looking around in curiosity she gave the tiniest huff of confusion. "So. The Thunderlands, huh?" She looked around, shuffling her paws with slight anxiety. As of late, she didn't really have anywhere to stay and... these guys seemed nice, right? So what the heck. "What's it like here? Are you guys accepting members by any chance?"


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    "Life is good here, it's sunny and we all have full bellies. And all are welcome to join us, so if you fancy giving life here a chance we would very much love to have you here."

    Regis would reply with a positive tone, and he did truly want her to join them. Things had been quiet lately so having some fresh blood in the group would be sorely welcomed.

    "Though I won't deny that things currently are a little up in the air with our hierarchy, but hopefully that won't cause too much hassle for you."


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    Maplepaw gave a jolly shrug and slung a sideways smile at the lion. "Hey, that sounds great to me. I'd love to join." It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and she could barely contain her joy. A home. A home to finally call her own. "Can we head back to camp then?"


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    —Maplepaw? What kind of name was that. “Maplepaw huh? What kind of -” he was cut off temporarily, and his yellow eye glowed. “Marvelous name might that be hun?” His fur pricked irritatedly as what he was going to say was interrupted. Who the hell was causing him to change his words?! It must be that Regis lion. He was always around.


    “Camp is this way deary.” Pierce said, motioning with his head towards the Village.



    "Thanks. And it's a traditional clan name. Family is more in that neck of the woods, but I bailed when I got the chance." Watching the wolf with her slightly elongated face and nose, she decided to follow suite. Her tail trailed behind her as she struggled to match his pace. Eyebrows furrowed in deep contemplation, she spoke up once more. "I think I'd like to change my name to Maplesugar though when I get the chance. Maybe here, since I'm new. You know, so it's an easier transition and introduction." She shrugged mid-stride, and continued. "Who knows. I'll figure it out."


    Curiously, she looked to the rugged wolf. "Why Pierce?" She realized how her question could be misinterpreted, and then quickly rushed to correct it. "I mean, why the name Pierce? And how did you come to the Thunderlands?

    —At her first words, the black pelted wolf shrugged. He had no clue what she was talking about. Traditional clans? Hell he barely knew what a clan was. Noticing her struggles, he felt the need to slow his pace down a little. Not too much, but enough for something inside him to feel better about being larger than the cat.


    “Maplesugar sounds nice.” Lies. “Are you from Canada?” He could remember Canada. It was quite cold. He had been everywhere during his life, how had he not discovered this place yet? Her next question took him by surprise. What was he supposed to say to that?


    “I don’t know. That’s just my name.” More lies. But why tell someone who he literally just met? “It’s been this for over two thousand years, why change it now?” the last part came out a laugh. Man he needed some alcohol.


    “Why am I here? No clue. Something inside me just wanted to find this place. Guess I’ll figure out why soon. Who knows. Why are you here?”



    Maplepaw sighed, continuing her stroll along-side the canine. "Nah. Not Canada. I think maybe if you go far back enough in my line we might be." Her muzzled pulled into a look of confusion and thought. Canada. Maybe she should've gone there? Where even was this place geographically? In any case, she was enjoying her conversation with Pierce. At the mention of two thousand years, Maple was a bit... baffled. She had to have heard wrong. "Do you mean two years?" Her gaze bore into the wolf, a mixture of bewilderment and innocent curiosity. At his question she grew quiet. That... was an uncomfortable question. Maybe she'd get into it at a later date, but at the moment in such casual conversation, she found it inappropriate. "Just wanted to leave home. Leave the nest. Grow up a little. Ya know?"


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    Regis moved to follow Pierce as he began the process of leading them back towards the Tempesta, though he hung behind the two. But not by choice. He just didn't have the energy he once possessed, and that wouldn't change until he replenished his blood levels. Life could be tough for vampires, that was for sure, it wasn't an easy ride.

    "Maplesugar sounds like a very sweet name."

    He commented whilst pulling a sly grin at his poor pun.


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    Maplepaw slowed down for Regis' sake, cognizant now that he was falling behind. She let out an amused purr at his joke, smiling warmly in his direction. "I think so too." The chocolate smoke flicked her tail in agreement, and turned her gaze on the larger feline. "So what about you, Regis? How did you come to the Thunderlands? And why the name Regis?"


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    "I arrived here a number of months ago by pure chance, stuck around ever since. Though I make the Cartel, another group, my second home so I can be with my future wife and with my children."

    Regis began as he tried to quicken his pace the best he could but it made his limbs ache with the effort so he fell back into a gentler rhythm once again. At the query about his name he guessed he might as well be honest.

    "Regis is just a part of my much larger name. My full name is Emiel Regis Rohellic Terzieff-Godefroy. I'm part of an old lineage and I hail from foreign lands beyond the seas, lands I will likely never live long enough to see again. Out there traditional names and such are non-existent."

    He went on to explain with a nod of his head.


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    Maplepaw's maw formed an "o" at his explanation, luminaries round in awe. So many people held fascinating lives. She only hoped to be just as complex and interesting some day. "I see." And such an aristocratic ancestry! To stumble upon this place as well, it was just... well, life had a funny way of working out sometimes it seemed. "Well, I'm very glad to meet both of you."


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    "If you found us interesting then you're going to love meeting everyone else, and the wonders this territory holds. Everyday is going to be like a wondrous adventure, that I can assure you of."

    Regis replied with a chuckle, warmth filling his dark eyes. Though he left out the information about him being a vampire, he just didn't feel quite comfortable enough to share that part of his life to her or to Pierce quite yet. But it would likely come to the surface sooner or later, he just hoped that it would not make her fear him.


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    ★ ★ ★ Speaking of those wonders, here came Bish. Farting along with a rat in her jaws. The young Utahraptor would stop and turn her head to look the stranger over. Dropping the prey, she would look the apprentice over and then turn to Regis. Eyes clearly curious.


    "Speech."

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