✦ ✧ ✦ Everyone needed a break sometimes. He had only been just promoted to deputy, and while he loved his job and the power it gave him, he couldn't help but be irritated. Everyone seemed to underestimate him and his abilities just because he was still a teenager and not a true adult yet. Who cared? He was the most active, he was smart, he was incredibly strong both physically and mentally, he had every quality a deputy should have. The rest of the Clan was just jealous. But it pissed him off that they thought he could dismiss him like that. They couldn't just do that, he was the deputy! He'd kill them or boot them. He didn't care, they were all expendable to him.
In an effort to clear his mind, the Hellhound walked away from Brigade territory. He wasn't that far, but far enough that the scent of the border was behind him. He just needed a mental health break before he set the entire camp on fire. With this amount of irritation, the flames from his paws had engulfed most of his legs and reached up to his stomach and chest. He was practically just a min fireball at this point.
WE'RE GONNA WEAR THE CROWN —
Life had been rather slow as of late. The war with the Exiles seemed to be simmering to a low burn at the moment, the last raid was when the Ruins came to rescue him and so far there had been no retaliation. The Glitterati had dissolved not long after the catsune had joined so once again, he found himself bored and boredom led to exploring.
Ace's four wings were pulled tightly against his back as he wandered through territory to territory, occasionally scenting the surrounding budding clans but nothing too dangerous. Picking his head up, the Arcanium caught sight of a flame...a walking flame? Must've been another with a fire elemental like his dad. Curious, Ace began to walk towards the male, head tilted as he examined the other as he came into focus.
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✦ ✧ ✦ Oz, being frustrated and all, didn't want anyone near him. As matter of fact, he didn't want to see anyone at all, clanmate or not. He would rather just isolate himself before he got even more irritated, but Ace couldn't quite understand that because he wasn't a mindreader. At the sound of pawsteps approaching, Oz instinctively shot out a lashing flame in Ace's direction, whether or not it hit him depended on how close Ace was. "Who the fuck are you and what do you want?" Growls the Hellhound angrily, not caring if he had burned the fellow. It wasn't his problem, maybe they should have minded their own business.
WE'RE GONNA WEAR THE CROWN —
"Holy shit!" The catsune cried as flames licked his paws, the pain singed deep into the flesh. Groaning, he lifted his right leg in the air as blood was stopped from dripping out due to the charred skin. He contemplated licking the burns but decided against it, pulling the leg to his chest as he sat down and picked his head up to gaze at the irate male. "Well hello to you too Mr. Cranky Pants."
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✦ ✧ ✦ The Hellhound glanced at Ace, looking at the burn he'd created. To be honest, he didn't care. It wasn't his problem that Ace got hurt. He sat down, rolling his eyes as he tried to chill off as much as he could. Mr. Cranky Pants? How original. "Ozymandias." He corrects, looking away from Ace. "I'm not cranky, I'm pissed off and I have good reason to be."