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    TAGS. forgiveness does not come easily, to her, but then she is not looking for apologies— especially when there is none to be said. the exiles are indifferent of other's struggles, merely wishing to worsen them. they are unapologetic, so she is the same. no, chicagocrimes is looking to get even. the air turns wintry, a drop in september temperature abrupt, sudden— just like her presence. the wildcat stands in the midst of camp, a fire pulsing and prickling within graveyard cold skin, and her voice falls like boots on gravel, "sanctuary, gather. the exiles came at us last week— ruined our food supplies an' shit, then fucked off. they think they can fuckin' go back an' to their roots an' attack peeps fer no gotdamn reason? yeah? they can think again." as people gather, she seeks strength in their numbers, the willingness and wile in their bones. "we're givin' 'em a taste o' their own medicine; raidin' em in the middle of a meetin'." risque? perhaps, but they brought war on her doorstep. it is only fitting she does the same. "now, who here is comin' wit' me to make this happen?"

    Chicagocrimes' voice, aching with a want to brutalize those who wronged them, calls the genius bruiser forth with emerald eyes glimmering slightly in interest. He is amongst the NPC crowd that gathers along with others and comes to stand near the front, nodding his head as the went about explaining their situation and how she wished to take action against the Exiles. These... ruffians seemed far less uncivilized than the other people he has met so far. In fact, Chica made it sound like they were rather unpleasant people anyhow. Their "roots" were certainly interesting - picking fights with others for no reason? It didn't sound very smart to Val to make more enemies than you needed. One couldn't fight a two-front war.


    "I'm with ya, Chica." Survivalinstinct is quick to pipe up. He is in deep with the Sanctuary now as a member and a (somewhat) trusted figure. He had to pull his weight - it was the least he could do for this place. "We'll mess 'em up. They won't even know what hit 'em." Chicagocrimes does not need any reassurance as she seems pretty dead set in showing the Exiles that they weren't one to be messed around with. More like, Val was trying to assure himself that everything would be alright in the end. Yeah, it's gonna be fine. Think positive why don't you? Maybe you'll find a piece of yourself within all this.

    "Hoorah!" Michael barks as he came, the huge canine ready for bloodshed. He was there with firepower, ready to burn them all. Purge the heretics with holy fire, feel me?

    THE ONE THAT HELD ME DOWN —

    Did she have to? Was Chica going to make her? The polar bear stood there and stared up at the leader with a terrified look. She couldn't do this again. God, she didn't want more blood on her paws. Couldn't they just prepare themselves and not attack? Arizona shakes slightly, bowing her head down in sorrow. She was scared, caught between protecting her friends and not wanting to spill more blood. ""           

    — AND KINDA TOLD THE TRUTH

    TAGS. she listens to her people gathering, a hum touching lips as eyes sweep over the small crowd. "we'll set out if we get a few more members to come in." they're small, but just big enough for the exiles. these days, they aren't too high and mighty, either. right?


    she's confident alright, sure in her path, when bitter coffee eyes snag wide ocean ones, a look of utmost terror. "arizona," chicagocrimes dares to summon her, lifting one brow at the sunset painted bear, "what's on your mind?"

    Michael nodded towards Chica, fire flowing from the side of his jaws. "Houngrey" he would whisper, wanting violence, needing bloodshed. "I'm here to kick ass and smoke weed and I'm all out of weed."

    ☾ TERROR DOESN'T BLOSSOM OVERNIGHT — Sevenpaw had heard of a great deal of plots. Literature and reality had taught him great deals about the sly and cunning of the world and it seemed that Chicagocrimes was no exception to the list of fiends that acted in a devious manner. At least in her case, she was behaviour in such a way because someone had messed with her and if Sev had learned anything, it was that revenge was a dish best served freezing cold and painfully ironic. Karma could always be waited on to see if she would take action against the hated however, in some cases it was much more fulfilling to act out and do something about the problem personally instead of relying on nature to take its course. That seemed to be the mindset that Chica had adopted in in a way, Sev supported it.


    "During a meeting?" the caracal mused aloud, sapphire gaze pensive as he considered the idea presented with a curious pout crafted into his lips. It was certainly a big risk but would also have the potential to pay off greatly if it went well enough. There was always the chance however, that things could go terribly wrong and seeing that they would be in the Exiles' home turf, the thought of failure was almost a frightening one. Almost. Sevenpaw owed the sanctuary with his life, technically, seeing that they had been kind enough to take him into their ranks as one of their own.


    The kindled sense of loyalty was not one to be ignored in spite of the wariness that he felt settling into his bones upon considering the idea proposed. "Sounds risky but it'll certainly put them in their place." the youth concluded as if confirming his fate with a few words. He was old enough to participate after all and did not doubt that they would need all of the help that they could get. He had no personal issues with the targeted group but from the sound of it, they were a nasty piece of work and Sev was quick to deem that anyone who harmed his new home would be an enemy of his hence his reserved zeal to do something about the problem.

    THE ONE THAT HELD ME DOWN —

    "Nothing." she breathes out, the polar bear would have to help them. Right? Arizona wasn't sure how to feel about it so she just pushes it down. There will be time to think about it when it is all over. Her brown eyes linger on her paws, blinking away the blood that wasn't there. Looking up, she give the leader a gentle nod. She was in it.

    — AND KINDA TOLD THE TRUTH

    / sorry for the wait you guys, i'm double checking with the exiles' leaders to see whether or not the war is still happening as they're going through a lot of changes atm.