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NATHANOS - BLOODCLAN DEPUTY - TAGS AND INFORMATION

RiverClan scent, so bold to intrude upon his flaring nostrils, such a harsh contrast to the typical smells of the city. Instantly. Nathanos was on his paws. What was it now, he wondered? Another foolish prank? The angry leader himself come to exchange vicious words with Creature? The half faced devil didn't know for sure, but he was certainly going to find out. Reinforced claws clicked against the frozen pavement as he drew closer to the source of the stench, tattered ears angled tall to take in any noise that might drift his way. His monstrous frame was outlined in bronze as the burning sun kissed his huge figure, one eye of blistering gold scanning the chilled landscape for his target.

There she was, a RiverClanner who almost looked lost. She was alone, and so far from home. How easy it would be to end her miserable life then and there, to taste her blood, to sink his talons into her pretty little coat of fur, and deep into the flesh hiding underneath. But no, she looked...almost harmless, in a way. Hardly a threat to a brute such as himself, he thought. Perhaps instead of killing her, he could use her. Nathanos had to admit, he was curious about the happenings of RiverClan, and if he could manipulate this little feline into giving him the information he wanted, then he would indeed be quite pleased. And when he finally got what he wanted? Well then perhaps he could drag her out of the territory with tooth and claw...or sweet talk her into coming again, to share even more information. The thought was appealing, and the wicked beast grinned ear to ear in a toothy display as he approached. The smile was sinister, but she might take it as friendly, despite his vicious appearance.

"Why, what do we have here? A RiverClanner on my land? Such a joy!" Nathanos practically purred, his voice like sweet honey upon his tongue, smooth as fresh glass. "What are ye doin' so far from home, fishy cat? Don't ya know where you are? Oh, you're so very lucky, you know. It's a good thing I found ya, and not somebody else. They probably would have ate ya, but not me! I'm the nice one." A gentle chuckle rolled past the brute's maw, one that would be seen as a form of his amusement, though in reality, he was laughing because his words were a sham, a lie, a facade. Would this lovely little RiverClanner fall for them, he wondered? Only time would tell, and time was such a fickle thing.

NATHANOS - BLOODCLAN DEPUTY - TAGS AND INFORMATION

"Mistytail! What a pretty name. My name is Nathanos." The huge, half faced brute introduced himself with a duck of his head, as if to bow in respectful display, an action unheard of to his fellow BloodClanners, when it came to interacting with the bronze devil. They were used to dealing with his authoritative nature, but this little lost RiverClanner was not. She knew nothing about the creature that stood so boldly before her, in that moment, and that would play to his advantage. "So, are ye lost? I could help ya get back." Nathanos offered with honeyed sweetness. "Yer from RiverClan, aren't ya? How are things over there, anyways?" He sounded so casual, so at ease. Hopefully his calm nature would insure Mistytail remained calm as well.