LUCIFER LONGTAIL | 7/8 MEETING

power trickles into the air, rumble of thunder, and electricity thins out tension. why is the air so stuffy? forth stands a man, the shepherd of this keep who extends hand thunderclap. a lull of awe, oblivious of the struggles, of the doubts caving around mind and his aggressive resolve, weaves into the thoughts of child pure as snowmelt, eiderdown and feathery. the spirit drifts forward, paws mere inches off of ground, and comes to sit somewhere up close, tipping back head to eye he as the crowd starts to wade forth, puddling wave.

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✧ — Lincoln approached, his unusual gait forming around his stiff leg. He didn't say anything, just sat and waited for the next part of the meeting in a lame track post.

^{Mystery arrived, listening to the first part of Val's meeting, taking a seat in a tracking post.}

^"speech"

Disturbance tore apart a once peaceful air of tranquility, snuffed out the happiness that fluttered about the inhabitants, gave them a man with a crown of thorns who festered anguish in the depths of his breastbone. Tangle of a mess was the reasoning for the brewing storm on the rise, too crystal clear were his memories of that fateful day, the unexpected clash between the shepherd and once queen who stretched a bloodied hand in the direction of her throne of bones and stained ivory. Recherché could only imagine what negative thought bounced around in that chaotic mind, for doubt was the terrifying in its actions to turn unchecked anger into a sudden snap of hysteria– it deeply worried him, truth be told. In spite of a catastrophe that send a message of warning for an arrival at any moment he already determined it best to face head on. Tenderly does a smile curve upwards on pale contours, gentle prismatic eyes glow in the sun's light, silent in his approach to the called meeting. No utterance dared peep from pale lips was he waits like the rest, slight twitch of the body followed by the small raise of the head at his name mentioned, faint the hum which quivered in his throat at the mention of the storytelling session he created.

Should he be here? No, not really with the recent drama he'd caused a few days ago. Yet here he was, edging in near the edge of the group. Hopefully most of them had decided to leave the raccoon alone; especially after how badly he felt went things went to shit. There wasn't anything the masked male could do, other then just sit and listen to whatever Val wanted to lay on the entire group.

"please dont hurt me."

✦ ✧ ✦ Rollinggirl personally was not sure what all had happened in her absence. She came back to a clan in shambles, lots of missing high positions, she was confused and concerned for the state of the clan. She nervously looked out at the dwindling numbers of the Sanctuary, her teal hues wandering to Val. Last she remembered Chica was leader...good lord how much did she miss?

"speech"

Katherine hadn't been to a meeting in ages. The last time she had been apart of a clan, that was when she was living in Shadow Veil. But here she was now, in a new body and new clan. For now, she would sit and wait.

Surprise was quick in its short burst to tickle sensitive sides at the mention of his name one more, a high status of a harbinger that entailed different duties upon chosen rank, caused brows to furrow in deep thought about this important decision. If memory serves him well there are three: war, peace, and healing. War held little interest for one who lacked knowledge in any skills of battle, peace being a nice thought of ensuring alliances were dealt with, and healing, the duty of keeping the residents healthy and taken care of, mentally and physically. Perhaps a line in the medical will provide usefulness to the peaceful group, for he doesn't remember them having a medic at any point at his introduction. A choice made and set in the span of a few silent heartbeats do pale lips part, words breeze through pearly whites teeth in a light reply, "I'd like to be the head of healing." Declaration now public, he fell back into the lull of silent anticipation, curious on the topic of titles next to come.

Chicagocrimes absent had been taken noted by the Hamrik in a rather positive light as well. After her little disgraceful outburst over a such small thing as thievery to almost even bite the poor thief into pieces Fallengrace was quite pleased with to not see her around during this meeting. A women like that should get locked away in the Honor's opinion not seeming to much care for the reason that might have laid behind a such unrational decision like that. Fallengrace had never been much of a sympathetic person even less so to someone how they now believed to have gone mad. They should have expected it sooner, such a foolish thing of them to not have noticed sooner. Chica had always had a bit of a temper in the most ugliest of ways as well.

Focusing thier attention on the meeting though while seating beside the child they had taken under thier wing only seemed to give some sort of response when they heared the child's name got called out in the crowd to earn themself a rank here. Oh, the feeling inside that blossomed inside of the Honor's chest. Pride. It was not a feeling that come that much to them this days only having felt so in the past over thier own accomplishment but this was an entierly different feeling to the pride they usual felt. Fallengrace would cast a side glance down on the child as he announched the path he desired to take. A healer?. That was an interesting choice but one that also made them feel more at ease since this meant Cher would keep away from the battlefield and out of harms way. To think this child had just surpassed themself though. Honor, they had been in that rank for a while now which suprisingly not seemed to concern them much. " You've alot of responsibilities on your shoulders now i expect you to do your very best." i know that you won't disappoint me.Thier words where firm yet so there was a small hint of softness in thier voice as they spoke down this words to the child. Thier pride was not present but surely there was something inside of thier eyes that showed the approval of Cher's accomplishment in this clan. Just like they had suspected Cher was going to do a good influence on this clan.

words pour and flow fast and quick, sparks of power weeding into the notes of this man, thunderstruck, storm clouds lifting, rolling, shifting past breaks of earl grey skies. little spirit stands in awe wondrous and timid, golden locked ears straining forward to catch all that tumbles up above from the lips of her leader, sea glass eyes round and tainted with a melancholic gentleness. she says nothing, not on comment regarding mother, not on mention of titles she cannot think to speak as the promotions come forward and her gaze flicks toward that roseyed figure dubbed recherche. he's the same age as me. comes a jarring realization, lips tugging downward into a little 'o' of surprise as the doll stares.

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