I COME TO YOU IN PIECES ¤¤ open & asking for help

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  • Did he like to go around and ask for his associates for help to take back the cartel alongside him?. No,not really but what choice did he really have?. The Thunderlands wheren't strong enough lacking the numbers and after he had decided to grap his shit together had come up with a plan to reclaim his own clan to save his people from the exiles claws. He couldn't abandon them, couldn't lay himself down crying like a fucking pathetic crybaby while his people fought every single day against thier enemy. Even if he felt like shit, even if he hated his own damn guts and saw himself like nothing more then a failure as a leader and so many other things he had to pull himself together one last time because he owned them that much. They had saved him once and now he needed to at least try to do the same, even if he had to fucking storm in there all by himself to try to get his clan back he would do it even if it cost his own worthless life. This time he wouldn't back down. This time he wouldn't let himself get defeated unless they killed him. That was the only optional left for him now, to win and save his people or die trying. The Godfather faced the dirt in front of his own paws while waiting by the border to ask for something he never had done before. He had never asked his associates for anything, not even once. Keeping them apart from what an allience and a associate were suppose to be. Today would be the day he had to break that though.


    // i'm lazy right now so i'm just copy and pasting this post, so you might see a exact copy of this elsewhere <33

    I'M BARELY BREATHING, STILL HOLDING ON.

    ( godfather | ♚ | tags | ♚ | the cartel )

  • ◞tags. her mama always got onto her for going out alone. she's told her word for word, the sentence emblazened into own flowery, hurricane mind about how th' sanctuary, pretty an' kind as it is, ain't safe from invaders or kidnappers. nowhere is. chicagocrimes was a rather protective figurehead, a fiery and fierce mother, strong willed and admirable to the little girl. particularly now however, chicagocrimes has grown moreso . . . constricting than ever. in all honesty, wolfram understands its because her brother, their leader has disappeared, lost to the winds and the moor. but that hold on her is absolutely suffocating and as much as she loves her mama, the little doe of a doll believes chicago is becoming a bit too protective. after all, ram is a big girl, the cusp of six months; she can start protecting her home too, she can start going where she's needed, where the clan needs her.


    in her mind, she's not a child any longer.


    so when that mix of smells comes weaving across frosty meadow grass, ever unfamiliar, intrigue captures the girl's heart and she moves to meet them with a smile blossoming across her face, eager to greet a newcomer all by herself. "hello!" wolfram begins when she draws close enough and her eyes, they graze over his form but the urgency poised there fails to connect. she doesn't realize how dire the situation is, alabaster furred head tipping to a side as she pushes away whatever nerves might cling to her. that's another thing her mother had been encouraging, isn't it? to get out more and interact with her clanmates? my, what a confusing woman she is! forcing down her stutter as best as she can, she carries on, 'this is the sanctuary! can i- ah, can i help you . . ." her brows start to furrow then, however, as she looks him over again and she can't help it, her stomach does a little somersault. the girl trails off, anxieties creeping into her flesh as she studies his face, dreadful, sad, desperate. her chest rattles in a breath, concern gently shaping the little doves face. "are . . . are you okay, sir? whats wrong?"

    「 AND YES, IT MAY BE AUTUMN 」

    ✧°. .................... ( BUT THIS FEELS LIKE MY SPRING. )

  • YOUR LOVE IS SUNLIGHT — liquidgold — the sanctuary — tags


    It isn't often that Liquidgold finds that scent. They haven't caught it in a very long time, and even back then it had been dulled under the Cartellian notes that permeated everything on the peninsula. But now, Breakout stands at the edge of their lands and he looks determined underneath the exhaustion practically radiating from him. They do not address the mob leader, however, straight away - instead they turn sky-toned eyes to the left to look at little Wolfram, bless her soul, who had spoken to Breakout.


    "Ram, cara, would you mind going to get your madre or Metallicskies?" They urge softly, smiling faintly down at the youngster. "You know you aren't meant to be out alone by the border but you can say we were on a walk together and I sent you back."


    With that they turn their attention to the Cartellian and a familiar businesslike intensity returns to their mannerisms. It isn't often made obvious that Liquidgold is a seller, but even though they are associates the catsune knows the Don very little outside of a professional setting. They dip their head respectfully, manners hardly forgotten despite their surprise. Angel will be thrilled. So will Alci. "Don Breakout. It's good to see you alive - what can we do for you?"

    only at first did it have its appeal

    BUT NOW YOU CAN'T TELL THE FALSE FROM THE REAL


    THE SANCTUARY ☆ NEOPHYTE ☆ 43 MONTHS ☆ INFO ☆ PENNED BY WREN

  • ◞tags. she's so intent upon staring at the other troubled creature afore her, lips tucking and folding neatly into a quivering frown, the hurricane that are her whirling thoughts a rapid spin throughout the mind, seizing her so cruelly, that when liquidgold's voice comes falling over her shoulder like a shadow, the doe startles. shock itches into phantom veins, a splutter of half a gasp breaking past little mouth and green eyes, they shoot up toward the older presence, a warm and nurturing soul speaking to her with a kindness ever tender. i've been caught. embarrassment paints her cheeks a roseyed pink as she blinks wildly up at them, a wide eyed innocence displayed in the mossy pools.


    "but i- . . ." wolfram starts, a windswept exhale to billow over tongue as her gaze shifts, back and forth between the two creatures, haggard stranger and old poetic soul. unease prickles and itches beneath phantom of her flesh, any argument, or plea to stay dying upon her tongue like a flower wilting under the sun. the doe's little cherub wings flutter faintly as she stands there, conflicted, before finally giving in to their wishes. "'kay." the little darling murmurs, before moving back toward the way of camp to bring in metallicskies and chicagocrimes.

    「 AND YES, IT MAY BE AUTUMN 」

    ✧°. .................... ( BUT THIS FEELS LIKE MY SPRING. )

  • He hadn't been expecting to be greeted by a child out of all people first not liking it special much either when the sanctuary lived so close to the exiles. Breakout would pick his gaze up from the dirt so he could get a clear picture of her, and he could tell straight away this one was a sweet little kid. A sad smile was all he could offer to her though, glad to see a such sweet and good-hearted child living here how not yet had got tainted by this world cruelity. He only wished that an adult had been with her right now, not liking to see her under absolutely no supervision. " Sup kiddo." he would greet them but not with his typical humour voice he usual would use. He had importand matters to deal with today and he really wasn't in the mood to play pretend, not in a dire situation such like this one. The kid was quick to catch up on things though, he would give her credit for that to quickly understand that something wasn't right.


    But he had no chance to answer however since an other one showed up and this one alot more familliar. Breakout turned his gaze over to the familliar form and for a second his eyes widen up to see thier former..Underboss was it right?, to show up out of the blue in this place out of them as well. " So this is where ya ended up,huh?." he would say, a sad attempt to try to lighten up the mood but it was clear instantly that his playful tone not was there, and he just glanced at her gloomy. Glad to see him alive though. Well, she was the only one how thought that. Breakout for one didn't found himself lucky to be alive much rather having rotten in that cell because that was what he deserved. But now instead here he was trying to pick up the pieces to save the only thing that truly mattered to him.


    " The exiles have my people in chains ,and i need help to free them. So i've come here begging for your help." he started while looking straight at her. She had been a cartelian once so if she cared for her former clan even a little bit most understand his feelings right now. " I refuse to leave them there. I have to save them but i cannot do it on my own which is why...I don't care what your clan wants in return. It will be yours whatever it's just please help me to save my family." he would say and bowed his head to her in submission, in complete surrending to kneel in front of her. Breakout would even let her take his life is she wanted to, as long his people would be saved he didn't cared what happend to himself.

    I'M BARELY BREATHING, STILL HOLDING ON.

    ( godfather | ♚ | tags | ♚ | the cartel )

  • Rather late to the party, but notified by Wolfram as to what was going on, he’d look towards Breakout questioningly. He was aware that their clans were in an alliance, however, he was wary of offering them any assistance. He didn’t want to bring the Exiles down upon themselves as well considering the current state of the clan. "This is something the clan will have to discuss. We cannot afford a battle with the Exiles, but cannot allow our ally to suffer. Would you like to make yourself more comfortable in our camp while we discuss this more?"

  • YOUR LOVE IS SUNLIGHT — liquidgold — the sanctuary — tags


    "Dovresti stare, Don. You don't need to kneel to me." Liquidgold's voice is gentler this time when they speak, and there's something much kinder in their eyes as they wait for him to rise. "I've been stopping by to help heal covertly under the assumption I'm making ambassador visits - which, I guess they're the same thing. Your mob is strong, and they have not yet broken no matter how much the Exiles have tried." They admit, dimly aware that Metallicskies has come to join the duo on the border. Silently they praise Wolfram's quick nature, and offer the silver-toned feline a glance as he speaks.


    "I personally intend to assist as a backline healer regardless of the decision the Clan comes to. I was born and raised in the Cartel but now as their ambassador, I want to do what I can." There's little room in their calm voice for argument - they'd made up their mind ever since their first visit that they intend to help. "But yes, Metallicskies is correct - please, come and rest for a few moments so that we can discuss. We can escort you south when we're done."

    only at first did it have its appeal

    BUT NOW YOU CAN'T TELL THE FALSE FROM THE REAL


    THE SANCTUARY ☆ NEOPHYTE ☆ 43 MONTHS ☆ INFO ☆ PENNED BY WREN

  • With a slight bit of hesitation Breakout would slowly rose himself up again when Liquidgold asked him to do so but his gaze was still facing the dirt on the ground. He would listen to what they had to say, and felt a slight bit disappointed but at the same time understood thier decision. It couldn't be helpt after all, knowing very well the sanctuary not even had that many members to begin with and the exiles was a big and powerful clan. " I understand." he would mumble quietly as a reply to Metallicskies before hearing how Liquidgold spoke about his people and it made him smile a little bit not having known about thier current situation up until now. " Heh, that's sounds just like them. They have to damn will-spirit to let bastards like the exiles beat them." he would say, never having doubted thier spirit to fight and know they wouldn't give in that easily but still he couldn't stand the thought of what they had to suffer with because of fighting back. It killed him on the inside and so did the guilt, knowing if he just had been stronger and not had got captured and tortured by Fallengrace this never would have happend. He would glance up to give a grateful look at the his former crewmate, glad they had told him. It gave strenght to himself to keep on going because if not his people had given up then he couldn't do so either.


    " It would be a honor to have ya assistence on the field Liquidgold." he would tell them, but it was also then his smile died of again as he shook his head to both of them. " I'm searching for warriors right now to outnumber the exiles and if your clan not can provide any help right now then i gotta move on to found the help elsewhere. I cannot waste time and won't rest until my family are safe again." he would tell them, accepting thier choice but he didn't had the time to wait while they discussed out something that he at the moment not was in need for. He needed warriors right now, and that was his main priority.



    I'M BARELY BREATHING, STILL HOLDING ON.

    ( godfather | ♚ | tags | ♚ | the cartel )

  • ◞➳ when wolfram came for her, faded smell of roses and gun powder sewn into her fur, and the wild babble of a man on their border chicagocrimes came as soon as her legs allowed it. whatever she expects to find upon the border, it is not the sight of a broken man, begging on his knees, desperation stilted heavily into his voice as he pleads for the rehabilitation of his home. any words to curl over her tongue falters, not a dead girl but a gargoyle now in this moment, one to grow stony, still. breakout. the thought curls into her mind, poisonous and unsightly, something sickening pooling into her stomach as lavender eyes stare at him, estranged son, son no longer.


    but he screams through the madness, asking for help, asking to be heard and it reminds her of another time. winter chill had bled into the pad of her paws but fires raged full circle, twilight lipped man at her side and she stood accused, a monster lover. lips thin into a flattened line as now, he begs for help again but this time, this time she answers him.


    "i'll fight." the words cut on her teeth as they pass, a weighted flame roiling around her tongue, gravelly lilt pressed into her throat. she doesn't pass a glance towards liquidgold, towards metallicskies, her eyes are securely on him. "th' exiles is enemies wit' everyone. they target everyone. y'think we're safe from 'em if we sit back while they hold our ally hostage? we aren't. they'd come fer us eventually. hell, we might already be th' next target, or have y'all not noticed they've only been tryin' ta takeover th' smaller groups?" they were a small group, the cartel was a small group, but if they backed them up now then surely their alies would do the same should the time come for it. she's not sure why it's even something they need to talk over. that said, chicagocrimes takes another step forward, undaunted, undeterred. "i'll fight wit' you."