POISONED YOUTH [P]

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    [Made it in this board so the Exiles board wouldn't be flooded with private threads if that's okay! They could just talk whilst they're on a walk together?]


    Breakdance had been wanting to spend some time with hergrandson, given the fact that family was incredibly important to the Praelium matriarch, and their reunion was something she could only thank the seven hells for. Their family was growing, it seemed, which evidently pleased her. When she had been traveling to join the Exiles she had assumed that her family was gone following the End Game. ScarClan hadn't made it, so she only assumed her relatives faced the same fate. Yet they were showing up one by one, growing stronger by the day. She only wanted to make sure her grandson was alright in terms of wellbeing, that he was content, that he didn't feel lost. She wanted to reassure him that he did not have to face his concerns or troubles alone, so he wouldn't feel what she had felt upon regaining consciousness in the strange, new world that they lived in.


    She didn't know where they going, what direction they were heading in, but that didn't matter. So long as they were together and could talk. "How have you been feeling?"

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    Being out and alone with family was an odd feeling for him. He hadn't been alone with family in a long time and he wondered if this nervous feeling was because of his...rough history with his own family. Sure some of he events were not his fault but he was blamed for it and murdered because of it. Carefully he walked beside his grandmother, a cig in his jaws as he puffed on it to keep himself relaxed. His wings were tucked against his sides as he walked along unclaimed territories that were just ripe for the taking but not everything needed to be claimed. As he was sure that most knew. His ear flicked to the side to catch Breakdance's words and he allowed a rather rough chuckle to leave his throat at the question. His feelings were difficult to describe but he guessed he would just go for something simple. Something that wouldn't be looked too deeply in to. "I'm feeling fine. As good as any leader can be, well, I mean. Fuck, leading the Exiles is a whole new kind of leadership but I'm rolling with the punches. How about you?"


    -- that's completely fine!

    She could understand that going from leader of what was now the Shadow Veil to becoming the boss of the Exiles was quite the transition. They were entirely different clans - she didn't know what they had been like a while ago, having not been around, but it seemed that now the Shadow Veil were not the clan they once used to be, nor were the Exiles as a matter of fact (but that was for the better). "Hm, indeed" the calico would reply, nodding subtly in agreement before parting powerful jaws to continue. "You're taking the punches like a champ, though. I think you're better suited here than the Shadow Veil shit-show" Though if Barghest was still their leader, Breakdance predicted that they would not be the pacifist weaklings that they were now. "...Since when did you smoke?"

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