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    // hey! i'm bringing this guy here just for a little bit, unless I totally fall in love with bhr, which judging from everything I've heard about it, might happen! also trying out a new writing style, so I hope it's legible :)


    The wind whistled through the trees. It was a crisp evening, as befitting the current season, and the eerie whispers of the wind seemed like something taken straight from a horror movie. Anthony Kueller traipsed through the moonlit forest, lavender eyes glowing softly in the darkness. He wasn't quite sure where he was: geography had never seemed particularly importantly to him, and with the move to Argelos, everything he'd thought he'd known had flown out the window. A lesser man might have been hesitant when faced with such peculiar circumstances, but he was not a lesser man—or perhaps he simply lacked the wits to fear that which was unfamiliar to him, as many wise men do.


    He could not have been unaware of the existence of Clans. Who in this age didn't know of the numerous groups that lay claim to the various territories of the world, defending them tooth and claw? Most sophisticated individuals knew; put colloquially, one must have been raised under a rock to remain unaware. However, this assumption was challenged by Anthony's further progress into an area clearly marked with the scent of a rather sizeable group. Perhaps he assumed that he would proceed unchallenged: nearing 600 pounds, he was far from the largest animal out there, and in line with those of his species—Bengal tiger, to be exact—but his frame spoke of more power than pudge, despite a softening around the edges that resulted from age and fine living. Or, perhaps, he simply was not thinking in terms of danger. To those who knew him well, the latter was an equally credible theory.


    Regardless of his reasoning, he continued on his way, paws slipping confidently across the pine-needle strewn ground.

    If Mr Kueller thought he would go unchallenged, he was most assuredly wrong; not because Rockfox or the group he lived in was especially bloodthirsty, but because Clans did take their territory seriously, and this one in particular was on this evening being patrolled by six feet of pent-up hateful dog energy. The reasons for all that hate were...complicated, and currently irrelevant, and were anyways not enough to interfere with a lifetime of courtesy and trust in others - but it was more than enough to make him both suspicious and to make him step directly into Anthony's path, aware that he was about twice as tall as this tiger but weighing about half as much. The Weaver promptly smiled, indicating that he was not intending to pose a threat, merely wishing to put a stop to the feline's unsanctioned prowl of the forest.


    "Good evening, pal." said Ro, pleasantly, albeit a little bit wearily, "Sorry to say that this land belongs to the Blackheart Rogues, and we don't generally let strangers walk around unsupervised." The black-furred lupurca took a step back, allowing some more room between them but still ostensibly blocking Tony's path. "I'm Rockfox. What's your name, and might I get your reason for being here? If you just want to have a look around, I think I can swing that - or were you looking to join, or find a place to stay for tonight? Because that would be fine also." white teeth flashed in the limited light as he added, "We're very welcoming here, so if you'd like to become part of the group, we'd love to have you."


    // wahoo, welcome to the bhr! <3

    whether you plan on staying permanently or not, we'll be happy to have you for as long as you'll have us

    i actually really love the style this is written in & i'm super intrigued by this character already

    ( welcome !! loveee the style btw )

    wow. that was a big cat.

    the dainty torbie would approach behind rockfox, using him somewhat as a shield in case the bengal tiger decided to eat her. "h-hi," was all she would murmur, seeing as the practitioner had covered it all. the heartkeeper would curl her tail around her paws, amber optics wearily glazing over the stranger.

    ✧ // the heavens above and hell even higher


    he doesn't believe he had seen a tiger around the blackhearted rouges territory since his adoptive mother disappeared from the world after the transition to the new one. there was something about this one that felt unsettling to archangel, although perhaps it was simply the stranger's intimidating size that made him fret inside. the enforcer would take a position slightly behind the protective body of rockfox, because although he generally trusted strangers to not attack him on sight, he had been proved wrong regarding that twice already. and seeing that the practitioner had already asked the needed questions, the cream and white tom would remain silent for the time being, carefully watching the newcomer.


    // the writing style seems great! glad to have you with us, even if it's only for a bit

    tags ✦ ✧ ✦ The crackling if dried pine needles underfoot and the accompanying whiff of another creature brought Anthony's head up. He regarded the forest with keen interest, seemingly willing to welcome the presence of another individual. One might not think it to look at him, but among the tiger's weaknesses was an almost compulsive need for company. He was not one to brood alone, but to surround himself with others and with the sort of fast flowing substances that brought merriment to group which might otherwise feel alienated from one another.


    There was a certain base shrewdness to the tiger's gaze as he took in Rockfox. The wolf—no lupruca; this world had its own terms—must live here. Another man's home must be respected, or so he had been taught, but when no one had been there to witness his transgression, he had not thought much of the rule. Now, with not one but three witness, the Kueller slowed, weight shifting as he eyed the Rouges.


    The idea that he needed permission to move around from these animals chafed at him; even living at home, beneath his father's strict thumb, he had found authority a hard bit to obey. The sheer arrogance another had to possess to challenge him so rankled. Did he not, as his father and younger brother so easily managed, command such basic respect? Distaste cooled his features, but still he managed to offer, "I'm Anthony Kueller." His tone forbade any of the gathered to, in an effort to appear chummy, greet him with a nickname. He gave them the respect of answering their questions, for this was their land, but temper would be stretched taut if he was paid back with such casual disrespect.


    He considered Ro again, and then Saturnpaw and Angel. A place for the night, or a new home to join. The latter was not an offer he would accept so readily: he knew nothing of this group, and to so easily give up his family, wherever they were, for these individuals would be of bad taste. A chance to let loose, though, and spend the night in the company of others? That he could go for. After a pause, he flashed his teeth and agreed, "If you are extending your hospitality, I will stay the night."

    Rockfox was equally watchful, if less critical than Anthony - he had been through many of these encounters and had before met those who did not seem to appreciate being told that their passage would not be unimpeded. Had he known what sort of thoughts were circling through the Kueller's head, he would've been amused, and probably would have posed several questions - but as it was he simply stayed calm, ignoring the unfriendly tone in which the tiger spoke. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kueller." said the Blackguard amicably, hoping to cue his Roguemates as he dropped his haunches into a leisurely sit. "So glad you've decided to be with us for now. Do you have any questions for us about our group before we head out, or would you prefer to be shown directly to the castle?"


    GRAB HER ASS, ACTIN’ TOUGH —

    She was here without her friend. Her companion and guardian. The injured woman would settle back and look at the new member. Welcome home. I am Lunghell.


    speaking thinking

                   

    — MESS WITH HER, SHE’LL FUCK YOU UP