THRYALLIDA > EXILES PATROL

✦ The canine's call hit her senses moments after her scent, bringing a blood-like crimson shade to her optics the second it all set in. So here they were, she thought, here to cause trouble just for the fuck of it once more, she assumed. She wondered if they even knew why they were here, other than trying to look tough for their leader. She had expected as much after their last meeting, but at least they had done the Volarians a favor by announcing their presence instead of trying to sneak their way through the jungle. Freya was of the first to emerge from the rain forest shadows to meet the patrol of half witted rogues, dark gray claws digging into the earth as she sent a shaky earth quake of warning in their direction in attempt to knock them off of their paws. A snarl left her lungs in accompany to it, feeling no use for words to waste on these shites. They wouldn't listen to reason, anyway, so she trusted that her warning would be enough to send them on their way. If not, trouble was surely what they were asking for.

^{The lupurca isn't far behind Romanchoirs, her tail lashing back and forth with anticipation. It wasn't long before they got their first Volarian, striking some trouble already. As the ground shakes, Twisty spreads her paws wider in an attempt to stabilize herself, letting out a coo of surprise. "Ooo, you got more where that came from?" Shouts the lupurca, a small and devious smirk coming across her maw.}

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^{you're part of a machine! —}

^{Cory had been flying alongside his group, a bitter taste left on his tongue after the Flights’s political visit. The wyvern smirks a bit, having avoided the rocks narrowly. His eyes trailed up to the familiar female, and then he joins with his fiancée. “Hey now, no need to cause earthquakes. We’re within a reasonable distance, no?” he mused with a smirk.}

(c)trexgirl

^{NOWADAYS, I THINK THAT —}

^{Exilers. Up until that point, they had been something that Ragnar had known off but not had the pleasure of meeting. He'd found, as he slid up beside his future sister-in-law, that they were far too cocky for people who undoubtedly had a lower hand. How arrogant they had been to bring a patrol only intended to stir up trouble to the border of an entire clan, where they could easily be outnumbered. There had been only three of them, for heaven's sake.}

^{He had swiftly used his telekinesis to pull his sword from the leather sheathe, the point faced towards the biggest one, the dragon. He stayed silent, a hard glare having set into otherwise handsome features, but made no move to attack- yet.}

^{— MOST OF WHO I WAS HAS DIED}

Threats. Here was where he excelled, here was where his training had taken him and here he would be watching them. They made any threatening moves he would kill them where they stood before they moved anymore. Gaianthe had taught him many things and these things were what he would always use to make sure that he got the job done. The weapon of living shadows moved forward then as he allowed his deep cold and hollow gaze to look upon the creatures that found themselves on the border. It was quick to the vessel of destruction that these creatures were not friends of this place, but annoying roaches that needed to be stomped out. Asmetra had taught him well what it meant to let emotions to rule him. They were vulnerabilities and the joking sarcastic tones meant nothing to him as he stood there, cold breath trickling from his throat as he pulled rounded ears forward and looked at them with nothing but an emptiness only satisfied by bloodshed. Would they make the wrong move. He wasn't sure but he hoped that they would so that he could sink his claws into them upon orders.

It would be really awkward to appear to appear under the gaze of a former leader of his ( he still somewhat refused to use the word "Warden" when it came to Exiles leadership due to the obvious name conflict ), but he wasn't going to stand with his tail between his legs like Rhapsody was doing and for a moment, he hoped to god that her lion friend would take her back because obviously she wasn't going to be of any use to them if anything funny occurred. The cheetah easily weaved his way to where the true fighters were situated upon -- Freya, Ragnar, and Trystane. An eye roll followed soon afterwards as he pieced together the brief words that have been thrown around in the meantime. "And? Is your little patrol going to put on a kiddie's play while you're at it or are you going to fuck off like you should?" he snapped towards Corruptedtimelines' remark at being at a respectable distance away. They were on two different continents for god's sake.

The absolute gull of it and it was giving him a small headache again. When could they just duke it out and chase them all away from the jungle in general?

// ic opinions!

Good things scarcely lasted. Seventhdevil knew that well which perhaps was the reason why he had found it so difficult to truly relax over the past few days. Nothing had gone wrong. There had been no more severed body parts or mutilated corpses dropped unceremoniously off upon their borders and yet, he can not help but think that he would have preferred something horrific. At least then, none of them would be plagued with the stress of simply waiting around for the Exiles to make a move, his own paranoia practically driving him insane as he vigilantly observed his group mates to ensure that they were all in order and as safe as possible. And, speaking of the group they were caught up in conflict with, he was quick to realise once he caught their scent in the air that, although he had certainly faced the canyon dwellers before, this would be his first encounter with them as a Volarian. Something about that thought made his skin prickle uncomfortably, determined to do all he can to defend his new home no matter what may come of it.

Slipping rather nonchalantly from the undergrowth, Sev was almost pleased to discover that he was not the first one on the scene, not grateful that his group mates had to deal with the matter before him but instead glad that even the newer additions to their ranks were willing to do their part in defending their home. It was refreshing, to say the least. Seeing Rhapsody so freely out and about did irk him somewhat, however. Was she not supposed to be watching the children to make sure that they did not stumble upon a scene such as this? Cold gaze on the vixen and her larger companion for a moment before he brushes his displeasure away, tearing his focus back onto the brazen patrol. If anything did happen to the children, he at the very least knew who to direct his concerns to now.

Words tossed out so carelessly by the Exilers grate on him instantly, lip twitching slightly upwards into the beginnings of a snarl though he does all that he can to bite it back down for the time being. For once, he finds himself agreeing with Warden, amused laugh threatening to spill from his lips though he turns his head away to disguise the sound in the form of a cough before looking back to the Exilers, fixing them with an icy glare. "Right. Reasonable distance or not, you still came all the way over to Orcadia, all the way to our borders, just to cause trouble," Sev scoffs as he takes up place among the moderately sized cluster of Volarians, gaze flickering to the iranian cheetah with a nod, "You clearly don't seem to be particularly smart so maybe it'd be best to emphasise his point in case you missed it. Fuck off."

Really, he had no qualms with setting about the pathetic excuse for a patrol now. It was exactly what they deserved for going out of their way to create chaos where it was not wanted and, since they had made the long and laborious trip to the Sundran, surely the most hospitable thing here would be to give them what they wanted. No matter how he felt, he was not going to act unless told to, tilting his head slightly to peer at Freya out of the corner of his eye for some sign. Just one little sign, one word, and he knew that they would all make the Exilers regret ever underestimating them like this.

^{you're part of a machine! —}

^{The more agitated they seemed to appear, the more it seemed Cory didn’t care. Frankly, this was entertaining. Why should he leave when he was having fun? Glancing to his two clanmate’s, he nodded and smiled. “Far from not being smart. And Warden...I almost took you for being above a bird fucker,” he snorted to his ex clanmate, landing beside Romanchoirs.}

Oh, she was getting real tired of this. How many times were they going to have threats at their borders? How many times was she going to have to deal with the Exiles? Everything had been so good and so peaceful for the longest time, and then the Exiles had to go and take her nephew and kill Noir and hurt Seamus. They were awful. All of them. Couldn't they just mind their business and stay in their home like she stayed in hers? It wasn't that hard.

But truthfully, at this point, it wasn't just the Exiles that had her on edge. On top of it, the Gaianthe.. She didn't even want to finish that thought. So many former members had come to the Flights, now - and after what her and Miss Freya had done and she couldn't feel comfortable enough to sleep with them here. She wanted them gone. Until they proved that they were nice, they shouldn't be here. They sat there and watched and even helped Astrema as she struggled for her life in the trial - and now they were here trying to pretend like that night never happened while she was left to deal with the trauma and aftermath.

But now not only did she have to deal with outside enemies that stole her brother's son, she also had to deal with enemies inside her home. And maybe Miss Freya and Mister Atlas didn't see it, but Elowen was almost certain that Trystane was going to kill her in her sleep. But really, her patience with all of this was running real thin. Especially with the Exiles.

The rumbling of the earth beneath her paws and the wafting scent of the Exiles did well enough to draw her over, with her arriving shortly after Seventhedevil. The young girl bound to his side -- making note to stay away from Trystane -- with fur fluffed and pearlescent claws extended into the ground as harsh gaze would settled upon their very unwanted visitors. Her upper lip would twitch up into a silent snarl as she stood guard, tense and watching the Exiler's every move. She would press ever so-slightly into the other's shoulder - a subtle way of letting him know she'd fight with him, if worst went to worst.

Turning her gaze to the Exilers, she would take a breath to calm her nerves. They were.. They were big. All of them were much bigger than her - and by the looks of their scars much more experienced than her. But that hadn't stopped her with Toughluck, and it wouldn't stop her now. But what were they even doing down here, being childish and causing trouble for no reason like toddlers? Sevy pointed that out well enough - and she couldn't help but agree with every word he said (even the curse words). "You talk about smart but you're th' dumb one that's gonna get hurt if you don't leave," she would threaten, chest puffing out and determination shining in half-blind gaze. Bastards. Oh, she didn't like cursing but they deserved it and it didn't count if no one could hear it, right?

She didn't mean to be so provocative to someone so big, but she still meant it. If they didn't get on their way this wasn't going to be peaceful for more than a few minutes. But were they going to leave anyways? Probably not. They were looking for a fight.

But then.. then that awful dragon guy said something weird. He called Warden by name. Sure, she could smell the faintest of Exile scents when he'd joined, but he'd become a full-hearted Volarian by now. He'd proven that well enough. Almost took you for being above a bird-fucker? Teeth would grit at both the insult to her home and the insult to Warden, and wind would pick up around them as she prepared to use it if they said or did one more thing. They were on thin ice from an all-out attack while they were outnumbered. "Leave him alone, death-breath," Elowen would fire back, "Get lost and go pick on someone else before we make you regret picking on us." Sure, not a life-threatening insult, but she was almost certain that with how much he stunk from here that his breath would be just the same. Whatever - her point was obvious enough.

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^{Trying his best not to fall behind, the coyote made sure to flank the patrol, ears perked forward as he took in the sight of the Volary Flights' territory. It was quite different from the Exiles, but Benimaru was well aware they were not here to exchange any formalities. He disliked being aggressive towards anyone who had done him no personal harm, but he was aware it simply came with the job that he had signed up for upon joining the Exiles. "Not the most welcoming party, but what can ya do?" sighed the canine with shrug of his shoulders. Would this turn into a fight? Probably, but, for now, Benimaru would hold his place, waiting to see what would happen in the moments to come,}

Her paws pressed into the soft, malleable earth beneath her. Where as Freya commanded the core of the ground beneath them, Lorelei called to the lifeblood flowing through it. Emerald gaze watched as the water rose in the form of droplets, combining into one ambiguous shape beside her as she turned her attention to the Exile patrol. Finally, a target for all that built up anger.

Having found an outlet, calm settled around her, offering her a clear view through the fog of red that'd clouded her existence since leaving Gaianthe. "A standard patrol?" she questioned, lifting a paw to push against the floating ball of water. She felt, rather than directly saw, Trystane's presence and the corner of her mouth lifted up in a smirk as she finally pushed her attention towards the exilers; Romanchoirs in particular. "Honey, a lack of manners is not what makes one barbaric," a single shoulder rose and fell as she spoke. Outwardly Lorelei remained impassive, but inside she was barely holding back the bubbling river of rage. Slowly her grasp was weakening, the control she'd been perfecting under the council of Astrema slipping inch by inch. Taking her frustrations out on the Exiles would not solve all her problems, but it would feel nice to flex her skills and feel the power course through her veins.

^{still above water}

(c)trexgirl

And the People Cheered

" Come On Thunder Child "

Ignis S.A.J.H.P.

THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING -- Tags

It was hard to ignore all the fuss going on, or the frightening tremble earlier. The young pup toddled his way over to investigate, which probably wasn't a great idea considering the stand off going on by the border. He swivelled his ears forward before he made his way over to Rhapsody and Erdrick so he could near someone he trusted. Ignis didn't understand what was going on but he could feel the tension in the air and the heightened emotions from all those who were present.

"Who are those people? They smell funny."

VERY VERY FRIGHTENING

Eyes were narrowed at Corruptedtimelines' remark -- even though it hadn't been that long ago since the Iranian cheetah had wandered in within the run-down prison among them. Although the other two Exilers were perhaps new nobodies that he had never bothered interacting with. "... And I almost took you as a competent leader. Glad I left before I started kissing your ass like the rest of your goons!" Even he'd know better than to wander towards an enemies' borders under the guise of a "patrol". If it had been the same continent, sure, they could easily get more Exilers to dogpile on quicker, but traveling to another continent? So far, he could count the amount of Exilers that showed up on one paw. The cheetah briefly flicked his ears, teeth baring in slight defiance as Elowen spoke up for him; he didn't need anyone fighting his fights, but right now they all needed to band together and retaliate as one unit.

"Thank you Detective Obvious for your informed opinion," snapped Future Warden towards Benimaru but didn't pursue it any further. He was perhaps the least annoying of the bunch and his sights were focusing on Romanchoirs who kept flapping her mouth on and on. "Oh god, shut up will you? I'd rather just fight you right now so you can stop acting like you're some kind of hot shit!" he then threw at Romanchoirs, surpressing a bit of an eye roll at her inflaming attempts.

He didn't know the business with Rhapsody nor did he care to listen in very much, but the sound of Ignis alerted him. Did that pup have a knack of showing up at the worst times or what? "Ignis, for once, I swear -- get yourself out of here." Future Warden remained positioned with the others, staring down at all the Exiles present. He wasn't going to be stupid to show his back to any of them. "You can annoy the shit out of me for answers later, but you need to go. Now."

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Oh, he wishes he weren't so stupid. He wishes he'd been able to smell the Exiles long before he'd wound up on the border, wishes that he were still in camp with the excuse that he was resting his useless paw. Hell, he wishes for a lot of things — mainly, he wishes that he wasn't here right now. But he's foolish and far too curious for his own good, and the chattering of words that lingers in the thick jungle air draws him closer and closer to the clearing until he's frozen in place with that ridiculous deer-in-the-headlights look plastered across his wide, moon-yellow eyes. They're all standing on a knife's edge, sharp enough that he can already feel it burning in his paws. Or maybe the sensation is the itch to run as far and as fast away as he can — he knew that coming to the Flights was a mistake from the beginning, didn't he? Autopilot hates the talks of war, hates the closeness of the trees, hates the fact that he's a coward. Then again, that much will never change no matter where he runs to.

The tom forgets himself for a moment, panic-stricken, and then he exhales and manages to let his fur lie flat even if his muscles remain stiff. The voice of a clanmate manages to cut through the clouds of his mind, parting them further with a rapid shake of his head. Future Warden's words are harsh, but they bear a similar weight to his own thoughts. As much as he wants to turn heel and pelt back into the jungle from whence he came, there's something else he has to take care of here. It surprises him, even, that he lingers when he could just as well go, and yet he finds himself moving to Ignis's side nevertheless. In a murmur, he hastily explains, "They're... enemies. Bad guys." Not the most detailed of explanations, but he isn't the kid's father — someone else will have to do the heavy lifting, because he's never been good with kids. Autopilot glances back up at the others, expression guarded but still written with apprehension, before he turns away once more. Attempting to whisk the child away with his tail, the alabaster tom points his head back into the foliage and coaxes, in a tone ever-tired but still less rigid than usual, "Come on, we should get back to camp." He's never been a holy man but he prays that Ignis obeys his words, if only to leave sooner.

^{you're part of a machine! —}

^{Even with the retaliation of Warden and his clanmates, Cory appeared rather unfazed. Was he feeling daring today? Perhaps. At the comment on his leadership, the wyvern shrugged and got close to him, smiling widely. “If you would’ve stayed, you could’ve thrived. A pity you’d settle for some mangy flying rodents,” he said with a devilish smirk lacing his maw. Then, when he saw a younger person scamper over and get chastised, he shook his head to and fro. His eyes trailed over to them, and he flashed the child a toothy, innocent grin.}