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"Yes, who are you?" A faint excitement gripped him as he leaned forward more aginst the bars to hear more clearer.

Asterlar watched the festivities in silence, no particularly joining in though watching in faint interest. It was a nice little setting, and he quite enjoyed the scenery, though his silvery eyes focused on the princess. His main goal, as he was more treating it like a mission was to win her over. Though, he was sure she could pick from other suitors and if she did he would be completely calm with her choice. He wasn't about to marry for love, no that was far from his mind. No, he'll marry because his people needed someone to also be a supporter to his superiority. Moving stealthily towards her, his walk resembled that of a dangerous and yet regal animal, close to a lion's. There was power in every step, authority in his unflinching gaze and yet a burning passion behind the cold silvery depths. Standing a respectful distance away from the princess, he gave her a small curtesy, finally speaking, each word seeming like an exotic sensation and thrill as well as seductive yet a raspy and roughness was within his acent, "Princess Amarantos," His voice seemed to curl almost like a silken carress when he spoke her name, yet he gave no inclination of flirting, just speaking plainly, "it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Asterlar."

He managed to bring the slightest of smiles to his face, though his gaze remained as cold as chips of ice. He looked over his shoulder towards where strangers were mingling about, "I just have to say, this was put together nicely, it certainly has I suppose the essence of Greece." He turned his piercing gray-silver eyes back on her, "So I have to compliment you on putting this together, and by yourself no less. It's very impressive."

A dark scowl crossed his face at the scientist walking past, shrinking back he responded in a quiet tone, "My name...? It's been so long ago... my name is Aster. And your name is?"

"You didn't?" He sounded vaguely surprised, then he said in a calmer tone, "Well, either way I suppose you would've made this place come together nicely." Now talking in a slightly curious voice he asked, "But, I've have not visited Greece in awhile, I must ask how are things running? I hope everything is well within your dominion."

OOC: lol It's okay ^ ^
IC: Salem's arm flashed up, using the flat side of the sword to block the hit, though he was slightly surprised in the strength behind her fighting skills. Blue eyes focusing more intently on her, he thought, "Not bad." But he moved forward quickly, using his strong legs to propel him forward, he moved his arm that was currently going in an arch to be aimed at her. Though, he was holding back his strength, she interested him at least for a little bit so he supposed he'd might as well take this as somewhat of a tiny little game.

His eyes narrowed as a faint hiss escaped him, the edge of her sword had managed to rip open a small gash upon his midsection, dark blood welled up from the wound causing the black shirt that he was wearing to darken with color around the wound. Quickly moving back, Salem's blue eyes became more focused and menacing as a small grin crossed his face. He could already tell he was going to probably enjoy this fight. Taking a few quick steps forward, he let out a snarl as he slashed and hacked with his sword at the basitin, not easing up on the flurry of blows he was aiming at her.

"Ah I see, typical problems. It seems as if some capitals crave for power than others." He smiled faintly, "But I suppose it keeps things interesting, though some might not agree if they prefer to be hiding rather than getting in harsh debates every once in awhile." Asterlar's gaze remained calm as he continued, "But judging how things are running you've been keeping a good hold over situations in Athens."

Name: Aspentooth
Gender: Female
Age: 39 moons
Appearance: Aspentooth is a lean, long-limbed pale brown-gray (speckled with small black flecks) she-cat with a seldner and elegant build, long feathered whiskers and virbant, beautiful blue eyes. She has a scar over her muzzle and over his left eyes as well as a niche in her right ear.
Rank: Deputy
Personality: Aspentooth is a tough and serious she-cat, focused on her duties to the clan rather than anything idle. She pays no mind to those who might think drama is the essence of exsistance. Unlike most, she prefers order and control and doesn't like how sometimes her emotions cloud her judgement, she doesn't trust herself when it comes to things like love because she doesn't know whether or not she should trust it. She is very intelligent and cunning as well as having good leadership skills, and making quick decisions within a tight moment makes her a very dependable cat. Though she oftentimes is shy and not having much confidence in herself, she does try to make everyone conttent and happy even giving up her own happiness herself. She has a habit at times to sacrifice her own happiness for others which though it is noble she often misses out on things she could have experienced herself. She is a fast learner and is seemingly almost bright in anything she picks up. Overall, she's a brilliant she-cat with an intelligent mind though she secretly longs for a mate and kits of her own but is too focused on her clan's well being than her own desires.
Crush: N/A, may develop (Open)
Mate: N/A (Looking)
Kits: N/A (Wants)
Kin: Acornwhisker (Brother, deceased), Breakheart (Brother)

Name: Breakheart
Gender: Male
Age: 39 moons
Appearance: Breakheart is a large, muscular, attractive cream-colored tabby tom with broad-shoulders, strong and powerful legs as well as deep, dark and hypnotic amber eyes and battle scarred ears. He has scars on his shoulder and flank as well as the left side of his face being completely marred by battle scars of different shapes and sizes he also has an unusually short tail as well as long sharp claws and sharp teeth.
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Breakheart's personality is the complete opposite of how he appears. He's really a gentle giant with a loving personality and a good-natured disposition. He oftentimes is rather kind and peaceful with others, keeping a clear head and a sound mind. Though don't be fooled, Breakheart holds dark hatred behind that calm outer look, and it's unknown what he really thinks most of the time. He is also mysterious and calculating, sometimes having some quiet days alone then being cheerful again the next. It's rather hard to get to his heartt, though when you do, you have a faithful, loyal and passionate ally at your side who is willing to die for you, he iis also over protective as well as possessive and has a tendency to be seductive but only when the mood calls for it.
Crush: N/A, may develop
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Kin: Aspentooth (Sister), Acornwhisker (Brother, Deceased)

Moving away as soon as he saw he had wounded her, he retreated back. Of course now he was breathing harder, attempting to catch his breath, but he still had a fair enough strength to keep up fighting if he had to. A small smirk crossed his muzzle as he said, "Yeah, pretty impressive." Straightening up, his paw tightened on the sword he had in his hand though he tensed up almost as if he was ready to attack again, managing to control his breathing but only in the slightest.

As far as she could tell, she didn't know how she got into this mess. The twenty year old was sitting at her laptop at her house, typing away at the keyboard while muttering in annoyance at the fact that her colledge paper was due tomorrow. It wasn't as if she usually procrastinated, it was just that she was mostly busy. Her eyebrows knitted together as she muttered, "D*mn.. I can't think of anything." Sighing she turned away from the laptop screen, standing up and stretching. Upon inspection of the young female, she was rather small in height, around 5"2" with long brunette hair pulled back into a bun and beautiful golden-brown eyes. Her facial features were soft and elegant as well as having full lips, she had an enticing and curvy shape with a fairly large bust, though she was frankly a nerd. She wore glasses always dressed casually except for certain occasions and seemed to always be nervous when out in public. But everynight or more like when she was stuck on something in her mind, she would go out of the apartment and go for a walk until she was out of the city limits and close to the more forested areas. She was always fascinated with the forest and how it seemed like anything could happen there, but she always had a strange sensation whenever she went in there.

But upon pulling on a plain white t-shirt, some sweatpants and a hoodie with some sneakers she went outside and began walking following the usual path that she always took. It took around thirty minutes to get to her destination but upon getting there, she felt chills shoot up her spine. Looking nervously over her shoulder, she felt a tinge of fear, yet she didn't say anything. Hey, she wasn't about to call out to something that might possibly kill her. But she felt eyes on her, and it freaked her out. Swallowing back fear, she forced herself to go forward which she couldn't tell if it was the stupidest decision of her life or she'll be grateful for it later.

Salem's ears flicked back as soon as he saw the flash of anger in her eyes. As the flury of blows from her sword began to hit him, he managed to block off some with his sword but a choke of pain escaped him as one of her blows managed to stab him through his sword arm. Dropping his sword he snarled as blood trickled down from the wound. Wrenching himself free, he reached one paw to cradle his wounded arm while he glared with hostily at her, all amusement or sarcasm was gone and replaced with a fierce wildness in his eyes. His tail tip twitched back and forth as he reached to pick up his sword that had fell on the ground, though he transfered it over to his good arm letting the wounded arm stay back. He charged forward, attacking with pure violence now, there was no holding back in this even though he was wounded he was attacking with as much strength he had left.

OOC: Otterfur can if you want him to.
IC: Otterfur's sleek shape slipped out silently from the warriors den, his gaze flickered over to Emberpelt, dipping his head in slight greeting to the younger warrior, the deputy glanced towards the leader's den, his ears perked slightly as he then turned away and sat down within a corner of the camp, giving his pelt a couple of licks.

Otterfur's attention turned towards Beetlepaw, deciding he'd might as well take his apprentice out for some training he padded over to the brown tabby, "Beetlepaw, come, it's time for some training."

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It wasn't hard for him to go into a frenzy, moving with his sword as if it was an extention of his own arn and he was suddenly seeming more agile on his feet. His eyes narrowed as he lent more strength to his blows, though even though the blows started off fast they were slowly growing slower. Almost immediately, he tapped into the small amount of magical knowledge he had and let the energy flow through the sword causing dancing flames tto move along the extent of the long broadside sword.

Asterlar stared after her, his silver gaze somewhat hard to read though he mttered under his breath, "Very well." His attention had turned away briefly to the festivities, mingling along the others there but yet his gaze followed after her.

OOC: It's okay
IC: He raised his arm to strike when the strong scent of her fear reached him. He stopped, his paw that was gripping the sword tightened as if he was debating finishing her off, then again... He lowered the sword and let it drop to the ground in a loud klang as the magical flames extinguished. He could already tell she was officially defeated, so there was no use in finishing her off without a sufficient reason to. But now, Salem could feel the steady throbbing of his wounds, the adrenaline rush earlier in the fight had masked over the pain so it felt intensified, but judging by the basitin female's wounds she clearly didn't get away from the fight easily. Blue eyes going to a somewhat more neutral look, he picked up his sword and sheathed it, turning away from her, he spoke not a word and simply leaped up the tree he was once in, taking refuge in the higher branches.

Leaning against the tree's trunk, he took in a deep breath to calm himself. He's hadn't had a fight that good in ages, well when he thought about it the last good fight he had... No, he would not revisit those memories. Checking his wounds over, he was relieved that none of them had went too deep so it would be life-threatening, yet he kept an eye on the female basitin. Even though he did defeat her in combat, he was slightly concerned about her wounds. Tail twitching he thought, "Well, she isn't a human..." Standing up, he climbed back down cautiously, moving back over to her, his gaze seemed absolutely calm, "Hey, I don't suppose you can get back to wherever your basitin base is without issues?" His blue eyes focused on the wounds that were on her, seeing that some seemed deeper than others, he held back a grimance as he thought, "I... lost control again..."