AGRELOS — SEPTEMBER GATHERING

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  • It was a good day for a gathering. The summer heat was considerably tolerable due to the fair winds that buffeted the tropical island. As if affected by the pleasant weather, the usually mischievous ocean birds kept to the waters surrounding the sandy beaches. They seemed more intent on coasting above the waves and snatching up fish than bothering the numerous animals who were gathering on the shores. In a sense, the birds' behavior could be seen as a good omen of the gathering's civility if one is hopeful.


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  • Civility, she'll maintain it if she can even if tensions are higher than they were last month. She can only hope Lucantine isn't dumb enough to challenge her in public or the next so called "slayer of Millions" doesn't try and oust her in the middle of what was supposed to be a peaceful event. But she has to admit it would bring her a bit of laughter and relaxation if it did, but for now it's just her who arrives no other leader entering the islands save for her and NPC's from the various clans that mingle around the island like itsy bitsy seagulls. She hopes Mercy and Nadine will be here soon, and that Abbi and Jace would follow best to have the whole accords together so they can formally prove a point and get the whole revelation of their alliance out of the way before it's used against them as an insult to the prosperity of one of the trifecta.


    Her paws crunch in the sand before she finds a nice area towards the front of the gathering where she'd stand tall tail raising as she looks around. She doesn't remember if any actual news was spread last time and she's tempted to get her's over with now so she can stop smelling naturally; of a melding of all her clans rather than the cinnamon smell that always hung over her due to her scent manipulation to damper the clashing scents but today she would represent them all, she held o shame for who she was. For the connections she made, had no reason to feel guilty for what others called "disloyalty". Finally she sits down but first she lets out a loud yawn into the air.


    Lets get this show on the road.


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  • Mercy couldn't say she was particularly in the mood to be here right now. Weariness clung to her as she padded over soon after Ver, wishing for nothing more than to be resting in her den in the arms of her lovers. She'd never been a huge fan of these gatherings; they seemed to achieve very little, and some sort of fight was bound to break out at some point with lawless clans like the Exiles and the Hellraisers thrown into the mix. Frankly, how that hadn't already happened was beyond her. She would still attend, however (even if she hadn't been able to find the energy to last month); it was her duty as a leader. More like an obligation, the cream-furred mused dryly.


    She stopped beside Ver as the other came to a halt, shifting her paws in the cool sand. At least being here brought back memories of the brief vacation she'd taken here with Charlotte some time ago; she could hold onto that, and lose herself in the reverie if she began to lose interest in gathering. Only when Ver took a seat did she follow suit, glad to have made it here before Nadine so she could have some peace before the queen's arrival. "Do you find the gatherings as much of a drag as I do?" she whispered, stretching a bit to better reach Ver's ear.

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  • She’s glad Mercy isn’t far behind her, it’s a blessing in a way as much as she can handle herself she doesn’t quite like doing it anymore. Almost to the point she can hardly stomach it. The Veil in turn should be following suit, all that was left was the Ruins. There was a rare hope that it’d be just them and that the other clans simply forgot, it would be quite the meeting which would probably just divulge into celebration rather than the political talks and stilted pseudo-meetings these gatherings were known for.


    She angles herself towards Mercy, hunching slightly and perking one ear as she whispers up to her. Maw curling pleasantly ”I lose a year of my life every time I’ve come here babe” there’s more truth to that than she thinks, she had come here for her ascension and if that hadn’t stressed her out enough to tack off a few years than what would? Her smile turns wry ”Why don’t we make it more fun? Let’s give them a show the Queen would waggle her eye brows playfully but would hold no weight to her promiscuity, she just wants to fuck around. She’d quickly once the words left her maw attempt to pull one wing around Mercy to force them together if she didn’t wiggle through before ruffling the top of her head with a series of dog-kisses. Tail thumping wildly in a wag all the while.


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  • The newly appointed captain of Rivulet Isles had been beside his clanmates. The bilby, barely tall enough to be seen, held himself with the confidence of a full grown dragon. Larrakin was smiling broadly, a friendly face as he came upon the gathering already building. This was his first gathering, even as a member of Rivulet Isles and as captain. His heart was racing, beating fiercely in his chest. The blue-furred marsupial stopped and waited for Scarlet, hoping she would lead the way. He had no clue what to do or the customs that followed this gathering.


    Larrakin remained focused on the new surroundings, aware that things could change in the blink of an eye. Today would be the day he’d learn something new about his home.


  • "When the stars burn bright"

    "I just smile and become bright" — Scarlet Rivion


    The meeting, something every group must attend-it was her first meeting as well and she slip next to Larrakin with a smile playing on her maw before nudging him with her nose in a gentle greetings before lifting her head and looking at the others who had join. Her tail swished softly before taking the lead on Rivulet Isles in the group "Akin, love don't be nervous we're here with you" she told him softly with a wink before scanning the clearing warily wondering who else will appear at the meeting. Hopefully she'll see some of her allied groups and have a small discussion with them. She was eager to be at the gathering say the least-it was her first one and she wanted to make The Rivulet Isles clear among the group of them, and show that they weren't afraid to partake in the giant meeting.


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    Next to arrive was the large Valozan of The Rivulet Isles. The dragoness had been enjoying the fly over: with the sun beating down on her seafoam scales, the option of dipping into the cool embrace of the water below had been tempting. The ocean definitely was her home, which made the officer feel a lot better about attending the gathering when she knew that the water was so close.


    Slitted eyes had closed, a content smile on her maw as she settled somewhere close to Scarlet and Larrakin. Kelp had a lot to think about: the gifts she had yet to bring to Volary Flights, keeping an eye out for any more sharks so that her fellow fishers were safe, her new role– She had to take a second to dismiss these obtrusive thoughts with a shake of her head, in turn accidentally swinging her lopped ears and causing some of her decorative quills on the back of her neck to make a short noise, like rain pouring hard or a snare drum being briefly rapped against. She needn't think about those things: for now, she should enjoy mingling with other groups and listening to the news once it started. Oh, and soreading their name around, of course.


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    “ There be a siren in the water. ”



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    〜 I do 〜

  • ★ ― vincent vendetta.


    party like an animal!




    A handsome black and white domestic lifted his black shades up to his forehead with one forepaw and limped his way to the gathering grounds, long feathery tail swaying. His wounds from his previous torture were healing nicely thanks to his fellow Hellraiser members, especially the Peacekeepers. He was what appeared to be the first Hellraiser to arrive. Nice... represent.


    Vincent would keep to the outermost parts of the gathering, glancing around curiously while he waited for other Hellraisers to arrive, a casual look gracing his tuxedo features.


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  • I'M THE DEVIL TELLING SATAN


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    Ah, her first gathering. Icilia entered the space, form rigid and hackles slightly raised as her eyes scanned the area. From what she understood, there wasn't to be any fighting or the sort here. That didn't stop her from looking at everyone with distrustful eyes. Anyone who wanted to start trouble would start it. Spotting Vincent, she'd go to sit near him seeing as he was the only other Hellraiser here. "Is it always this uncomfortable?" She'd grumble, one paw pulling at her tags as if the chain had become too tight.


    //open to interaction


    I'M JUST WILD SIT THE FUCK DOWN!

    YOU CAN WEAR THE CROWN

    BUT YOU'RE NO PRINCESS

    icilia — direwolf — hellraisers — tags — penned by bastet

  • ☆☆☆ well, ver had come, so mari figured he ought to as well. be a good knight, and all, now that his already dreadful-feeling responsibilities had been heightened. he'd always considered it a shame, how nervous he was; sure, it led to him appearing rather composed most of the time, but it also meant that he kept himself from going to such important events as gatherings (well, perhaps not necessarily important, but certainly big). it was important to head out of one's comfort zone, so mari went. sure, he steeled himself, and spent far too long mulling over whether he ought to go or not, but the fact was that he managed to get himself on his feet and head to the isles for a gathering.


    ☆☆☆ that's not saying he didn't have any regrets in going. no, no; the moment his nose picked up the distinct smell of hellraiser. helios, this wouldn't be fun for him. it wasn't just that they'd heightened his anxiety right as he'd begun getting over himself, but their capture job wasn't even all that good. what a shame he'd only been in their marsh for a few days at most, the worst of his current injuries not even caused by them.


    ☆☆☆ he couldn't be vulnerable, though, not in such a public space. so, he headed in his queen's direction, though not without a rather stupid, thoughtless comment towards the pair that had arrived: "i didn't know that your ilk were allowed here." he regretted it the moment he said it, but he said it nonetheless.


    //interacting with vincent vendetta. and ICILIA M.

       

  • ★ ― vincent vendetta.


    party like an animal!




    The tuxedo tomcat's shoulders raised in a half-hearted shrug and he stretched his jaws in a yawn, not caring enough to hide his boredom. "Yeah, normally." He admitted with a heavy sigh of discontent. He wasn't super well acquainted with Icilia as far as he could remember, which granted didn't mean much with how often he got shitfaced, but unfamiliar or not, it was comforting to have another Hellraiser finally there with him. Vincent brought himself closer to Icilia in a friendly gesture, a half-smile gracing his features until Marigold's scent reached his senses.


    The fur on the back of Vincent's neck rose defensively but he licked it flat and gave Marigold the benefit of the doubt until he heard the derisive words that came from the other's mouth. 'Well, fuck you too then.' Vincent gifted the other domestic a petty, shit-eating grin. A wordless "fuck off and die" from the young tomcat.


    Glancing to his side at Icilia, Vincent rolled his eyes with exasperation, wondering if his fellow Hellraiser had anything to say about this. He also wondered if the Solaris Kingdom kitty would have had the same venom if they weren't held back by a peace treaty. Because, had he been challenged like that anywhere else, Vincent would definitely have some ass to kick.


    ICILIA M.   marigold ;



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  • Politics had always been something that Claes had kept to a minimum within his life. It didn't happen that way on purpose, truthfully. By most of it, it was just pure chance that he had avoided the stresses of trying to figure out who was friendly, who was not. In fact, for the longest of times he hadn't a clue who was where, or who was important. Not because he didn't care, but.. Perhaps it was because of the way he was raised? With just family, no knowing of the outside, but no fear of it either? It was likely. His family had always been a little isolated in their ways - secluded by a choice to stay together. But now.. well, it seemed lately that all there was was politics, in some ways. Dealing with enemies, trying to keep in touch with allies often.. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though. Just something new.


    But this meeting? This was something new to Claes entirely.


    The vulpine hadn't really been to many large-scale gatherings outside of Solaris, save for the healer's meetings which were finally starting to get in to motion. But these meetings, Claes heard, were different than just gathering, offering medical supplies, and talking about breakthroughs. No, this one was more a place to check on the wellness of everybody, and clans as a whole. All the leaders gathered, and their clanmates followed.. it was a meeting for everyone to hear the news and happenings. It was interesting, and something he wished to attend at least once, if he could. And so, without much thought, when the announcement for this meeting came, he had decided to head over to the Isle.


    The tan-hued fox's paws carried him through the soft sands not long after Marigold, who he'd been walking with for the travel. And though Claes had been to the island a couple times before, he couldn't stop the way his paws slowed a bit upon entry, honeyed gaze glancing around to gather who was there. The sight of Ver caused relief to Claes... and though they had their differences in beliefs that typically arose at these things -- each respectfully, even if, at times, it was confusing -- seeing that she was here was comforting. But seeing her close with Mercy and messing with her as she did caused a tender smile to come across his face, gaze softening. It wasn't often that he got to see Ver relaxed, nor was it often that he got to see open affection...and though he wasn't close with Mercy, it was good to see her, too.


    The fox would give a soft sigh, ears flicking as he brought himself back to attention, gaze wandering. The scent of the Hellraisers were not comforting amongst everything, but knowing that there were a few from the Rivulet Isles helped to balance that out, a bit. Picking up his pace, Claes would take a few bounding strides to catch up to Marigold. Arriving just a tad too late to actually hear what was said, Claes, instead, only caught the aftermath of what had been murmured. The pang of tension, the faux grin on the Hellraiser's mouth that promised nothing good. The vulpine's breath would hitch for a moment, silently glancing between the two, mouth pressed into a thin line. Helios.. I was hoping this one would have less tension. It had been a hopeful idea, but being many clans had fights going on.. well, it was self-explanatory. Giving a dismissive flick of his ear and nothing more than a soft look, Claes would trail after Marigold once more, moving to join both the feline, moving to stand beside him, and their canine leader (though keeping a respectable distance for the two lovers as well). Shifting to a sitting position, Claes would remain quiet for the time being, gaze wandering around to look at the others with faint curiosity.


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  • I'M THE DEVIL TELLING SATAN


    SPEECH

    A grumble would sound from her throat in response to Vincent's words. Regret already filled her from coming to the meeting. Not because she was afraid, but because she wasn't confident in the fact that she wouldn't snap at someone if they danced on her nerves. Icilia was more of a "show don't tell" meaning she'd show her teeth before speaking. Also, she wasn't too good with comebacks since she certainly didn't rely on them. Nobody needed to know that though.

    She saw the other feline enter before she smelled him, recognizing Marigold as the pathetic capture Twisted had brought in. The male didn't have much of a backbone then, and it didn't seem like so now. "Tell me that when your guardian isn't around, and we'll see how tough you are," she'd snarl towards him, ivories revealing themselves slightly. If he wanted to push her buttons, he should be prepared for the consequences. As Marigold left, she'd snort and roll her eyes mumbling under her breath. "Tiny fuck is lucky I can't turn him into a bonfire."

    This was going to be a long ass meeting.

    vincent vendetta.   marigold ;


    I'M JUST WILD SIT THE FUCK DOWN!

    YOU CAN WEAR THE CROWN

    BUT YOU'RE NO PRINCESS

    icilia — direwolf — hellraisers — tags — penned by bastet

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    Black wings beat upon the air as the swamp monster soared over, having arrived late. He had allowed a small amount of his group to go ahead of him and get themselves acquainted with their neutrals and allies. Luckily, he landed just as venom and vitriol spewed from Icilia's mouth and the horned hellhound slithered gracefully over, wings arched up still and emotionless mismatched eyes intensely upon Marigold. His eyebrows flicked up and he murmured, sternly, Drop it. This is a time of peace and if we can respect that in the face of hypocrites, than surely the Solaris Kingdom can aswell. Unless you'd rather continue spewing hate instead of doing anything about it, I'd suggest you leave my clan be. He wasn't yelling, wasn't even worked up but the glare of those glowing eyes upon the horned demon's face burned darkly at the former prisoner, a sinister warning to leave them be or there'd be hell to pay. He planned to keep the night as it was intended. Peaceful, a time to communicate with groups and catch up on information and to coordinate events, and if Solaris deemed to ruin a night such as this, they're precious camp would feel that wrath. He then turned his attention to Icilia and Vincent, a pointed look as he murmured, softer but still holding that authority, There'll be time for that. For now, don't react to them. Let them look like idiots. Enjoy yourselves and mingle. He then brushed past to a quiet corner, waiting to either be approached or for the rest of the leaders to join them and get this on with.


    [ vincent vendetta.   ICILIA M.   marigold ;

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    YOU'RE FUCKING WEARING ME OUT

    YOU'RE ALWAYS DRAGGING ME DOWN

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    party like an animal!




    Vincent had to find himself agreeing wholeheartedly with Icilia. Peace treaty or not, the Solaris Kingdom's little shit had started it and his sheathed claws itched for nothing more than to finish it. The young tomcat would hold himself back by the hairs on the back of his neck for now. "I'm too sober for this shit." Vincent grumbled with bright green eyes narrowed, irritation dripping from his words and his ears folding to the back of his cranium. Yeah, a bit of alcohol never hurt a stressful or annoying situation such as this one. And right now, Vincent's veins ached for a dizzying amount.


    The familiar beating of wings black as night would fill Vincent with a feeling of relief. Lucantine. The handsome tuxedo tomcat would glance over his shoulder at his Law, puffing his chest out and nodding his greeting briefly before turning back to Marigold. Vincent waited patiently for Luke to give the Solaris Kingdom kitty his much deserved scolding before he offered his Law a loving grin. "Good to see you, Lukey." The domestic purred, long feathery tail curling around his paws as his features relaxed a bit. "Hope the rest of the Gathering will be at least somewhat enjoyable."


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  • Wow, looked like he had showed up just right in time for things to start to heat up around here. Breakout couldn't deny that he was half hoping for a fight to break out just because he would have loved to watch that and it probably do something more use then every clan gathering around here once a month to just chit-chat while planning how to backstab each other in the backs. He had never been to a gathering before so wasn't sure what to expect but he did found it difficult to see a point with this whole meet up. Something for sure was doomned to happen sooner or later. At least he would be happy by then to be here when the shit storm broke out.


    " Damn, i thought everyone would have torn each other throats of at this point, nice seeing everyone is getting along so well some more then others." the last comment was directed to Ver and Mercy as the Capo gave the two a wink not minding to watch thier public affection for one other. Two women making out?. Hell yeah. He would watch that any time and any day. To bad his own beloved boyfriend not was here not sure if he even would show up. Maybe it was for the best though otherwise this might turn out into a competition on who could make out the longest, the lesbians or the gays? (not like he was gay since he loved all parts both from women and the males but you got the point) because he had no shame, not even a drop of that existed in his body.


    Not everyone would probably appreciate it though but hey he would still do it.


    // open for interaction

  • I'M THE DEVIL TELLING SATAN


    SPEECH

    Satisfaction would fill the she-wolf as she watched Lucantine give Marigold an obvious warning. Perhaps he'd think twice before flapping his gums considering in reality, the tom probably couldn't do jack shit against them. But as Lucantine would speak to her and Vincent, she'd give a begrudging nod. She almost agreed with Vincent's need for a drink, but she was sure alcohol would only make her worse. Something to chew on to ease the clench in her jaw would have been perfect but alas, she was stuck grinding her teeth together. Luke suggested they go mingle, but the she-wolf wasn't in the mood to really talk to anyone now. Nodding to Vincent as she stood, she'd go find her own quiet corner as well to sit in, allowing her a chance to gather her temper.

    //open for interaction


    I'M JUST WILD SIT THE FUCK DOWN!

    YOU CAN WEAR THE CROWN

    BUT YOU'RE NO PRINCESS

    icilia — direwolf — hellraisers — tags — penned by bastet

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    Soft blue slithered from the water gracefully as the beautiful pink and blue fins propelled the creature forward through the water. Once reaching the shallows, the witch gripped the ground with her claws, slipping effortlessly between the sea and the land, her long pretty legs, donned now with pretty jewels, some homemade, some found with a fish net wrapped around her neck and gold bangles on her tail as she flicked the flowy finned appendage. Her yellow eyes roamed to see Scarlet and Kelp were already there, followed by Ver. The queen appeared...busy and the pretty creature made a disappointed look at the displays of affection, looking on like a disgusted onlooker-not for the sexuality of it-instead the publicness. It was unfitting of a lady, let alone a queen. She rolled her eyes, sashaying beautifully to come stand with Kelp and Scarlet, her yellow gaze intense and scanning each of the ladies here, looking like she was hunting.

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