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    It had been a while since he had stepped in land in this area. Months, he believed. At least one.. maybe nearing two. But the land around him was different this time, for it was mostly flat. A light breeze ruffled through his fur and he shivered lightly, shaking his head to clear it before squinting up at the snow white feline ahead of him. Dutch. The tabby had started to travel with the other not too long ago, but whether or not he was having second thoughts was rather debatable. But that didn't matter; it shouldn't have to matter, he noted, as he sped up his pace, desperate to at least patch stride with the other. His pride too great to allow him to fall behind, muttering a light grunt under his breath. "You even know where you're goin'?"did they even have a set point here? A destination in mind? Maybe Dutch had told him and he hadn't known. All he knew was that he was here where he was, and that they would be settling down soon. That this would be their stop, whether or not the white tom knew it or not.


    Bjorn would flick an ear, pearly teeth flashing as his jaws parted in a yawn, muscles rolling along with his shoulders as he threw a heavy, amber-orange glance around the lands. The castle that the Highlands claimed was not yet visible in his own, personal, way of vision (after all, he was slightly farsighted), but that would trouble him none. No in the least bit. After all, how could he know what he didn't? Ugh.. his thoughts whizzed in his head and he had to bite down on his tongue to bring him back into the real world.. or, well.. whatever sort of world this one to him. Really, he wasn't quite so sure of things anymore. "Cause it looks to me that you ain't keepin' up our end of the bargain, pal." the last word his spit out with a bit more of sneer then the rest of them, even though said sneer was evident throughout the whole sentence. After all, hadn't Dutch promised things had he followed him? Wealth? Women? It was a good thing that money in a sense wasn't a major concern of his. Lips pulled back into a soft and silent snarl, eyes turning down and bearing into the dirt as he moved forwards. His paw pads beginning to yell in resistance at him; begging for his journey to soon come to a cease.


    Timbre

    「 i can't fight my own nature — that's the paradox 」

    Dutch had been alone for quite some time now. Alone and without anybody else to run with. That time he spent alone... he had recollected his thoughts. Put together a great plan in his mind. One that would never fail him, one that would be his last one yet. His last job... then he could go to some tropical island and enjoy lazing about, beautiful women, and farming.


    Except that never happened.


    Nooo, instead, the white feline had come across Bjorn, a formidable young fellow, he had declared, and, tired of travelling alone, he had convinced the young tom to journey with him. He had led Bjorn cross the country, now, using whatever sweetly decorated words he could to persuade the brute fo continue following Dutch. He was good at stuff like that, getting others to follow him. Getting others to be loyal to him. Loyalty was all that mattered in this world. It was all Dutch knew. It was the only thing left in this world he had to cling to, especially after the incident. Momentarily, pale hues would flicker about the land, glancing back to Bjorn as he allowed his thoughts to stray. It hadn't been difficult to get Bjorn to come with him. The Maine coon appeared to take great interest in girls, and Dutch had, of course, used that to his advantage. He wasn't going to let Bjorn down either. They were family now. Kinda. He had a feeling Bjorn hated him, but, soon the other would owe him.


    "Have some faith, son. We're almost there," Dutch's honey silken voice carried across the land as he looked at the young lad beside him. He rolled his large shoulders back, muscles rippling beneath his alabaster pelage before his came to a sudden stop, pink nose wiggling as the scent of borders wafted up his nose. A small smile crept across his features as he settled himself neatly onto his hindquarters, head lifting a bit higher. "See? Stick with me, son. I have a plan. When they show up, let me do the talking." He instructed the younger almost immediately, gesturing with his tail tip for Bjorn to sit down. A smug smirk rested on his face as he tapped his claws along the ground, pleased with himself.

    TAGS

    toxin of vibrant flower--

    the highlands - very difficult - attack in limegreen


    Toxin hadn't expected to wake up that morning and track the scent of toms to the border. It wasn't every day that the Highlands found strange men on their borders, especially not now since the ranks had been segregated. However, Toxin wasn't allowed to ignore them, as much as she wanted to. Mostly because she didn't know whether or not they were here on ally business, or something equally as important. Really, she just hoped that the duo of strangers weren't here as a raid precursor. That would have been unpleasant, but the bicolour leader supposed she could have thrown up on them as a defensive tactic.


    Only one way to find out.


    With a heavy sigh, the Chieftess came to investigate, having strapped her bronze dagger to her foreleg. It didn't hurt to be cautious, after all, and Vasileía had served her so well for so many years. She stretched the remnants of sleep away as she walked, and finally came to a stop at the border. Green eyes looked up at the two males, both taller than her petite form, and she stifled another yawn. Goddess above, she'd been tired lately, which was another promising sign of pregnancy, but it was too early to be sure.


    "Alright, names and business with the Highlands." She meowed, sounding undeniably bored, her golden lip ring flashing in the light.


    storage + thread1 + thread2

    Bjorn would flick his ear, sniffing something as Dutch responded, once more promising promises of a type of plan. Famous last words coming from the alabaster's open, honey infused maw. "M' not your son, old man." Bjorn would snark, flashing his tail behind him. But all things would be right, because like Dutch had spoken.. he had a plan. What was the plan? Bjorn couldn't help but turn his gaze away from bearing into the other to peering back ahead of him, catching the scent of another feline in his mouth as they grew closer to the scent lines of what seemed to be some sort of group. A border. And then Dutch sat down, gesturing the brown tabby to do likewise.


    Of which Bjorn would refuse, frowning. Frowning and turning his focus to the body of a dark female, making her approach towards the two of them, clearly showing signs of weariness in the way she walked and even the way she spoke to them. He ceased to respond just yet, drifting to study the blade strapped to her limb, turning to Dutch as if waiting for him to talk. Waiting for the right moment for him to speak, shaking his head and flashing a lightened yet toothy grin. "My name is Bjorn. And my little.. partner's-" Bjorn slowly drew out the word, casting a deliberate glance towards the white furred feline, knowing full well was talking out of turn. It was a power struggle, really. "-name here is, well, I'm sure he could fill you in with that. Right, Dutch?" useless words to speak, with full intention behind it. Sighing, Bjorn would shift his weight on his feet, glancing back at the black female, raising his eyebrows and waving a paw as he spoke, "He has a plan."

    「 i can't fight my own nature — that's the paradox 」

    Course Bjorn would power struggle against Dutch. It was hopeless, really. It was something Dutch would win everytime because he had something Bjorn didn't; patience and self control. When they were approached, the bandana wearing Tom would rise to his feet, opening his new to speak a greeting before Bjorn interrupted. Alright. Let Bjorn lead.


    "As my strong and intelligent friend here stated," He started, already trying to appeal to the female with Bjorn, "My name is Dutch. Dutch Van der Linde. Quite a lovely plot of land you have here." He finished, bowing ever so slightly with his name now spoken. He flashed the femme a pleasant smile, long tail waving in a serpentine way. Such a charming fellow, no?


    "Indeed I have a plan. A plan to possibly join you fellas here? We would be proper additions, I assure. Bjorn here is as strong as an ox; I've seen him take down prey twice his size!" He continued to build Bjorn up. He was just chattering. Talking is what he did best. "Course, ma'am, if you do not wish to have us here, we will take our leave. Though, I do implore you give us some thought. We might be a ragtag bunch of two toms, but we have nothing but the best intentions!" He concluded, once again flashing his friendly grin.

    TAGS

    YOU’VE PROBABLY NEVER BEEN SHOT DOWN BEFORE —

    Ivory fur marred with stripes of shadows would appear next. Stopping before the joiner and his friend. Letting the words was over her and her eyes flicking to the larger male. Strong as an ox. He would make a good skinner. And the smaller male was a charming fellow. Maybe a breeder? Echo often liked the idea of keeping males for their uses.


    I see. You sound useful to me. You may join, but try not to ruffle any feathers. She paused and let her tail brush the side of Toxin in hello before speaking. I am Echo that Comes after Loud Cry. One of the two leaders here.


    speaking thinking

                   

    — I’LL TRY AND MAKE IT EASIER

    Hm. While he was certainly rather impressed with the choice of words the alabaster male used to describe the tabby himself, Bjorn ecouldnt help but quirk and raise a brow at Dutch's words and attempt to seemingly please the feline that had approached them. Clever words traced with honey. Familiar in a sense of the way he had spoken to draw himself in, but now wasn't the time that Bjorn would dedicate to linger on that. He had plenty of time later to contemplate why he was even choosing to follow after the elder male when he clearly had better things in life that he wished he could perhaps just be doing in that moment. Instead of standing where he stood, rolling his eyes at-


    Oh. Strong as an ox?

    "Well, he's not wrong." Bjorn would mummer under his breath, flicking and ear and swaying his head as if he were being meek. Shy. But the actions itself enough to express the confidence and ego that shone though his cracks. Technically speaking, he had taken down prey many times more then twice his size. It was where he had first made his debut. Blood and steam and.. fond memories meddled with hard times. Drama. Peh. She wouldn't know a real man if one punched her in the head. Quite literally.


    However, a new face appeared, of which Bjorn wouldn't furrow his brows some, scanning and detailing her. A long name, she carried with her. Tribelike.. was this a sort of tribe? Yes, he believed so. Now, be respectful, Bjorn. He had almost forgotten. "Thank you." the tabby would speak, voice lighter and lacking in sarcasm as to when he had been speaking about Dutch. Even the thought of his name made the fur along his spine prick.


    Bjorn shuddered.


    "No feathers here. I'll be sure to only squabble with the mammals of the place." a lighthearted joke.