history of violence / joining

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    ❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN ❞ While he was enjoying BoneClan, as much as he could at least, it was a bit.. slow for his taste. The group was tight knit and close, but they were small in numbers. Dimitri wanted something more, another place to call home. Though it was a bit foolish of him to separate where his new homes would be, it had been the best idea for him at the time. His mind was muffled, and muddled. He couldn't quite think straight without Byleth at his side. Even with her he felt utterly lost and confused. It was odd seeing his mental state deteriorating over time. It wasn't something he could necessarily help. It wasn't something he was aware of, even as he found himself trudging towards Shadow Veil's territory. A rather blank look was written upon his facial features, eyes glazed over and mouth in a thin line. His tail was low, sweeping over the ground as he padded through the brush and shrubbery. A tree branch was hanging below the pine and cedar trees, and eventually smacked him in the face. He winced quietly, eventually stopping to lift a paw to his features. There wasn't any blood, but it had hurt.


    Dimitri shifted under the branch to continue on his makeshift path, eyes focused on the dirt and trees before him rather than his own muddled thoughts. A frown replaced the thin line, and his nonexistent brows were furrowed.


    When he finally made it to the border - it had felt like ages - he slowly halted. He stood tall, chest puffed out and chin tilted towards the barely visible sky. There was no readable expression on his features aside from the slight frown. His tail flicked gently over the ground. His eyes were watching the horizon. It was quiet here. Dimitri hoped there were still people residing in this place.

    [ tags ] -- Before long, the white-and-gold tiger came across yet another visitor at the border. It seemed like every other day there was a new individual, sitting and waiting, wishing to join the Veil. It did Hyperion's heart good to see this, and he loved getting to know his new Clanmates, but as Ver and Adara always reminded him, it was also good to be cautious. So upon seeing this stranger, the tiger came to a halt at a safe distance and narrowed his eyes slightly to train them on the visitor.


    "Greetings, stranger," he murmured, long white tail flicking back and forth in an impression of alertness. "My name is Hyperion, I am Darkseeker here. What brings you to our border, and by what name are you called?" He hoped the stranger was friendly, but he didn't want to assume until he heard the other speak.


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    ❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN ❞ Upon hearing the voice, and then the creature behind it, Dimitri perked up a bit. His ears pricked forward and his eyes narrowed upon the stranger's form. There wasn't much to read upon his facial features aside from some wariness and hesitation. When listening to the foreigner, he noticed he spoke a bit oddly. It was different - more courteous. It was something he was more accustomed to, but formalities were not what he necessarily wanted. He wanted to be treated as equal to everyone, even with his title. Crown Prince... The mere thought of it made him recoil slightly. Though it had been his title before, Faerghus was no longer. It pained him to think so, especially with his ties to his old kingdom. Now, however, he was merely a member of BoneClan, and hopefully the Shadow Veil.


    With a clearing of his throat, Dimitri flickered his attention back to Hyperion. His eyes were narrowed slightly, though not in an intimidating or threatening manner. He was curious, and wary. "I'm here to join, if you will have me. My name is Dimitri," he introduced with a nod of his head, hoping that he was being polite enough in this situation. So far no one else had showed, but he hoped others would approach soon. "I also belong to BoneClan. Will that be an issue?" Dimitri inquired with a cock of his head.

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    "No issue. As long as you resign yourself to the fact you may have to choose someday." And should you choose to go against us, I'll cut you down myself. The younger midnightbringer approached from the very shadows she found herself at home in, peering out from underneath her hood with steely gray eyes boring into the stranger. Had she known his background, she would think that Leonidas would've taken a liking to him. The boy had always been fond of the idea of serving as a valiant knight, even though his paws were covered in as much innocent blood as the rest of them. He still clung to the idea.


    Gray optics flickered briefly over to Hyperion, that blank facial expression that the former child soldier always held never changing, but she did take note of the fact that Hyperion was being more cautious of strangers. It was good that he was learning, even Adara couldn't find fault with how he had approached the stranger.