✦ ✦ IF YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A LIONS DEN,
I'LL PULL MY PIN AND JUMP RIGHT IN ✦ ✦
For such a friendly bunch, the Rogues sure weren't very social. Unless there was a meeting or newcomer it seemed that nobody could be bothered to 'come out and play' so to speak, and Damian found that the days were bleeding by in a boreish sort of way. The black lynx would make his way from the castle that morning with aggitation set in his young eyes, pausing at the steps so he was half way in and out, just as he'd been yesterday when announcing his spar session. "I'm taking out a border patrol, if anyone wants to come!" Maybe they'd be more inclined to join in with that. It was going to be impossible to live here if he couldn't get to know the people he was living with, and aside from Saoirse nobody had addressed him outside of his joining yet. Hopefully this patrol would change that and at least give him a chance to better know his clanmates.
✦ damian wayne - 11 months - male - lynx hybrid - homoromantic/bisexual
✦ cunning- judgemental - hard to read - quick to anger - cold toward strangers
sarcastic - enjoys a challenge - doesn't shy from violence - has a sense of justice
shows little mercy toward enemies - protective of his friends - fears becoming evil
✦ while damian is a hybrid, there's no outward sign of this outside of his unusal size, which is closer to that of a large wolf. physically he appears as a melanistic lynx. his black coat is spotted and striped with even darker black markings, and his eyes are a deep green. lean and well muscled like an athlete whose always training, damian is agile but not feminine, powerful but not bulky.
lynx ref - one
It was true that the Rogues had entered a quiet era. Life was carrying on with relatively little to no dramatic events, but Saoirse wasn't one to complain. It was an era in Rogue history that she knew wouldn't last, so she would enjoy it while it happened, appreciating how the stillness of the clan allowed her time to concentrate on the goings-on of her personal life. Diarmuid's reappearance had originally alleviated some of her anxiety but the fact that she hadn't seen her son since his arrival was worrying, not to mention that Seamus was still missing. Couple this with that the fact that she flitting between here and the Thunderlands in an attempt to master her water-bending.. Mm, it was safe to say that she was a little bit busy, mentally.
"I'll join." The battle-torn female stated as she limped forward, putting little weight on her right foreleg. Her shoulder had more or less healed up now, leaving Saoirse to face the fact that this was the best it was going to get. It was the driving force, in fact, behind her strong desire to master her water-bending. In this state, she was useless when it came to battle or hunting, but with this new-found power, she could finally contribute again, somehow. "Are you settling in well, love?"
Slow activity? Sounded like a personal problem. Nah, but really, Rigby had just joined so she didn't have a clue as to what was going on activity-wise. Maybe it would change eventually. Hopefully.
The caracal female would stalk over to the two felines at Damien's call, paws scuffing along the dusty ground slightly as she moved. "I'm in," she would say, flicking the tips of her ears in a greeting. "Could use a tour around the territory, after all."
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Part of the lack of social activity in the Clan could probably be blamed on one of the Rogues' resident social butterflies, Narcissus, being consumed with all of his new duties as a Strategist. He had just been getting used to everything he had to do as a Heartkeeper of Enemies when the universe had to go and pull a fast one on him (he felt bad considering his promotion such a thing, but getting used to a whole new set of tasks to complete was a lot for the boy). Normally, he did his best to greet everyone he met, whether he knew them or not, but he knew that he had been falling out of that habit as of late. He wasn't proud of it. But the call from Damian made him hope that he still had time to make up for this shortcoming. "I'll come too," called the boy, padding over to all of his much smaller Clanmates. "I, uh, don't think I ever introduced myself. I'm Narcissus, it's nice to meet you!" A bright smile crossed his face, and his tongue lolled slightly out of his mouth.
"speaking"
WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES SEVEN THEY CAN CUT ME DOWN IN MY PRIME & TAGS