Posts by ~treble~

Cyrus had felt a bit awkward about it, himself. He had been so happy to see Tony again that he'd forgotten for a moment that in a fundamental way, he wasn't the same creature he'd been before. He'd gotten older, not to mention that he'd changed bodies. Being reminded of it so suddenly had put him off balance for the rest of that afternoon, feeling like his paws were too big for walking around the territory, his tail too unwieldy, his fur bright all over instead of dark with lighter spots. He wasn't an Alurian anymore- not when he wasn't in his Panseiler form, at least, but that was such a nuisance. He hated having those antennae, and being that big in everyday life wasn't something he'd enjoy. Reshaping his nest so that this body was comfortable in it had been irritating enough. He'd decided just now that he had a few too many blankets hoarded in his room, and given that he didn't have a roommate anymore, he didn't want too much clutter. The feline looked more like a vague shape covered in a green blanket as he padded through the main part of camp, nearly running into Tony as he headed towards one of the houses used for storage. At the bump, he untangled his head from the blanket as best as he could, surprised to see Tony there.

"Oh, sorry, Tony." He meowed, flicking an ear a few times out of irritation at the blanket pressing down on his ears.

Cyrus nodded. A year in the Skulls- it seemed like a good place to be, form what he'd seen of it. Probably a good place to lead, too.

"It seems like a good place to live," he agreed. "I've never changed groups much, myself- I lived in the Arcane all my life up until the merge. But we moved territories a lot, especially when I was younger." Cyrus probably wouldn't have even been able to backtrack his way to the territories of the past. The destroyed city, the wasteland left by the humans...even the remains of the old plaza would be difficult to find, especially by raft across the ocean. He didn't think he could bring himself to go back to the Arcane's final territory. Not after what Ghoulian had done to the place.

Cyrus nodded- he couldn't deny that the relationship between Shadowclan and the Rift hadn't been particularly well lately. He'd simply have to keep track of their allies himself, at least until the Rift got a few more members to keep up with their allied groups, or to restart the ambassador system.

"I'd definitely like to improve the relationship between our groups," He meowed, wondering what would be the best way to go about doing so. It was perhaps too early to start up an event, a bit too sudden as of yet. Perhaps just catching up on news between the groups would be a better option? "So, how has Shadowclan been recently?" Cyrus didn't know much about the place- he'd be hard pressed to guess who their leader even was at this point, though he wasn't going to admit it. Maybe he'd pick up some information form Elsa's answers.

Cyrus had been listening to the surrounding conversation, and had gotten that bit distracted by the young canine's declaration of how 'lit' the fire was that he'd not noticed that his meat was starting to char. Some were tipsy- or a little more than that- others were chatty...everyone seemed to be comfortable here in one way or another, and Cyrus was starting to feel much the same way.

"Relaxing, too." He meowed in reply, "well, this kind of fire, anyway." This couldn't be more different from the dangerous fires he'd seen in his life- those caused by meteors or the Arcane's volcano. You could cook on this, and as long as you were careful and didn't go falling into it, you wouldn't end up cooked, yourself. At that point the feline realised that his pork was starting to go black, and promptly pulled it back from the fire as best he could. It looked dangerously close to falling into the flames, but he managed to get it back to rest on the log.

Cyrus was usually not much of the sparring type- he normally didn't get involved in fights, but he'd realised that it was a weakness of his, and with the way of the world at the moment, it was something he was going to have to improve. The feline stood in a shady part of camp, where the ground was covered in scattered patches of grass. After the Rift having lived here for quite some time, all the wandering through this area they'd done had worn away some of the grass to patches of dry dirt. Maybe having some fighting practise would help him get used to this body, as well?

"Anyone up for some sparring practise?" Cyrus asked, hoping he'd be able to find himself a sparring partner. It was a cooler day for once- perhaps the rain was finally coming? It'd be nice to get a change in the weather, and it was definitely better to spar when it wasn't so hot outside.

"The Rift has been well," he meowed, nodding then frowned when he heard Tsubodai's next words. So that was why they'd come- this wasn't good. Not good at all, for the specific news to have spread around their allies so quickly- he'd believed he'd mentioned it briefly to Strider, but it seemed that Tsubodai had heard the rest of the story, one that Cyrus didn't quite understand yet, himself. Soap had left before he'd gotten a proper explanation, and Derrick...well, he hadn't seen the Legatus since. "Oh...that." He paused for a moment to think of how to best word this. He couldn't do with making the Rift another enemy, or damaging this alliance. "The member concerned was in a dual membership at the time, one that I was mostly unaware of. I didn't know that he'd been involved in the attack until the Bloodclan leader came here and attacked him on our border. I'm fairly sure that Bloodclan and the Rift are no longer allies because of it... It's understandable, but I would've preferred to try and negotiate about it." He didn't feel safe enough at this point to go to Bloodclan's territory on his own, not on the note that their last meeting had ended on. If they were willing to attack a Rifter on the Rift's territory, he surely wouldn't expect them to give him the chance to explain himself if he was going to their home ground. "I haven't seen the member involved, since; I think he's decided to leave the Rift." Cyrus hoped that was enough of an explanation- it was as much as Cyrus was certain of, after all. The specifics of the situation had remained unfortunately unclear to him, and at the moment, there was no one left in the Rift who'd be involved that he could ask. Perhaps that was for the best... The feline's tail flicked back and forth slightly as he finished speaking.

Cyrus was padding along the border, in fact already on his way to deliver gifts to some of the Rift's allies. He was in his Panseiler form, with a few gift baskets hung around his neck. He hadn't filled them up as much as he used to, not when they all had to fit neatly on the raft without tipping out or weighing it down too much. Nonetheless, he hoped it would be enough to repair those allies that had grown weak over the past moon that the Rift hadn't been in touch with them. When he first caught the scent of Coloredclan on the sea breeze, he thought he might have been imagining it, but as he continued along the beach towards where his raft was pulled up on the shore, there was someone already there. A visitor, here from Coloredclan, it seemed.

"Oh, hey there!" Cyrus meowed, greeting her with a friendly wave of his tail. "How has Coloredclan been recently?

Deathstroke? Why did that name sound vaguely familiar? Had he heard it somewhere before? Oh well. Cyrus had met and forgotten a lot of creatures in the past, and if he didn't remember who he was, it wasn't as if Deathstroke was going to remember any potential meetings between them, either.

"Nice to meet you, Deathstroke," He meowed after a moments pause of considering the name. Honestly, Cyrus felt sorry for the guy. He looked weak and confused, leaning against Feliks despite being such an intimidating looking creature- a hellhound, he seemed to be, like a lot of the Rift's earlier members had been. "I can take you both to camp if you'd like, make sure you get some herbs."

/ the medic of the Rift hasn't been on for a while, it's alright to timeskip that part if you'd prefer to keep the thread moving.

Cyrus wouldn't have called Derrick a 'bastard' for participating in the raid, personally, but he wasn't going to say that.

"I can't exactly exile him if he isn't here," Cyrus replied, though he thought it seemed a little harsh to do so. "I'll be demoting him from his position, however." More for not being around in his positon than for the incident itself, but if it was going to help fix the alliance and give the Rift one less enemy if he claimed it was for the incident, he'd do what he had to do. He felt bad about doing it, however... Derrick was acting as a Sunclan member at the time, not a Rifter, as far as Cyrus was concerned. Choosing your own personal alliances was something that he'd never realised the full complexity of before, and it was starting to make him wonder. He would have been more displeased if Derrick had attacked Westeros, and as the Rift and Bloodclan hadn't been particularly close in the first place... Still, it was far better to have a group like Bloodclan as an ally than an enemy, particularly given the current state of the Rift in numbers. "I'd definitely be willing to try and fix the alliance," he nodded, "though by the confrontation when Bloodclan last came to our territory, I don't think I'd be willing to go to their territory to negotiate on my own. It's far better to have them as an ally than an enemy, though. Even if being neutral was the best we could manage, I'd like to at least try to salvage the situation." He too looked to Tsubodai, wondering what the Westeros leader thought of the situation.

It was good to hear they were going well, having events, interacting with allies... not necessarily including the Rift of course, but that was understandable.

"That's good to hear," he meowed, "The Rift has been going fairly well, too. We've been involved in quite a few events as well, lately, particularly with Westeros and the Skulls. If Shadowclan is willing to have an event with the Rift at some point in the future, that might help in improving our alliance," he suggested, sitting down as well. If this conversation was going to go for a bit longer, he might as well be comfortable.

"It must be nice to not have to move around so much," the feline commented upon hearing that the Skulls had stayed in the one place for over a year. Not as accident prone as the Arcane and the Rift, then- and lucky for being that way. "Travelling was always a bit difficult, especially with bigger groups." Especially when they didn't know where they were going, or had just experienced a disaster, or lost all they owned.

CYrus approached, greeting Strider with a cheerful wave of his tail. He hoped that this was news about the event they'd planned, not anything like Tsubodai's last visit.

"Hey, Strider," he meowed in greeting.

/track, rushed

Cyrus had noticed how many visitors the Rift had been having lately, from all their different allies- he'd been walking the borders more often than usual as a result, making sure he wasn't missing anyone. Sometimes, though, creatures slipped through the gaps. Not this one, though- Cyrus saw him striding up from the water.

This guy had swam to the Rift? Cyrus thought in surprise as he approached, seeing the larger creature from a distance as he shook water off himself, walking up onto the beach. Seeing him move further up into the forest, Cyrus started to walk a bit faster to catch up. Normally visitors just waited on the beach... unless they felt as if they had the right to go further.

"Hey, welcome to the Rift!" He called out. "We're called Rifters, generally. We had a visitor from Shadowclan the other day, actually- Elsa, I think her name was? I wasn't sure if she was the ambassador or not." She didn't quite seem to be, but why else would she have visited? Maybe it was a task or something... "Anyway, it's nice to meet you. My name's Cyrus."

Oh, that was good to hear. The feline let out a small sigh of relief, and was smiling by the time he replied. "Great! I'd be happy to keep on planning it, making sure that the event goes well. And thanks for the gifts. The Rift isn't really involved in the Cartel War, not yet, at least. We received an invitation for it a little while ago, but we don't have enough members who would be willing to take part at the moment." Their most recent additions had been injured, too, unfortunately, and still weren't up to fighting.

The Rift has been invited to participate in the Endgame tourney, which is END GAME TOURNEY PARTICIPATION TRACKER and judges quality of posts and the IC results of the gladiatorial games as well to decide who moves on to the next round.

The group that wins gets immunity from End Game's meteors.

So, we need to have a champion to participate in the tourney- I'll put Cyrus in only if no one else offers to participate by the deadline, which is 11:59 Sunday, EST. Cyrus ICly isn't much of a fighter, so he'll probably lose badly if he does go in. Which will be good to write and might lead to some character development, but won't have the Rift win. :)

Also, the meeting thread is going to be written up and hopefully posted sometime today, this will be announced IC in there as well, as well as the other stuff. Thanks!

see me? {private, shirin}

Here's the thread!

Interested track!

dreams in his eyes {private, lukas}

Here's the thread!

The unfamiliar voice caught Cyrus' attention, distracted him from the taste of the cool water. There was someone here? He hadn't noticed. He lifted his head from the stream, the fur around his maw dark ginger from the water rather than it's usual lighter colour.

"Hello?" He meowed, semi-confused as he looked up at the stranger. "Are you-" A quick scent of the air told him that they were from the Blackheart Rogues, and he was immediately on his guard. He had bad memories of that group- Ululare had come from there, them and the Arcane had nearly come to battle on some occasions. "Are you lost?" He finished, trying to suppress his natural suspicion, at least until he knew why he was here. He didn't appear to be much of a threat, but appearances were often deceiving...

This wasn't Cyrus first time being leader of a clan, but it was his first leader's gathering, and the feline couldn't help but feel nervous about it. He approached the others, recognising some, thankfully- Tsubodai, Sel, Sweetophelia... "Cyrus, leader of the Rift." he meowed, after hearing others introduce themselves. Then he sat back to listen, concerned about the mention of the Cartel- he hadn't heard much about that, but the Rift was generally not involved with the group, a good thing, apparently, given what they were doing now. The mention of Feliks and Deathstroke caught him off guard, however. They were in the Rift right now, Deathstroke with amnesia so bad he could hardly remember who he was, and Feliks...well, Cyrus had thought he was good- just a creature looking after a friend. To hear this... this was going to change things. That was really messed up, if it was true... He was going to have to talk to Feliks about it, decide what to do from there once he found out more information. His tail lashed slightly at his own thoughts- why did there have to be so many awful creatures mixed in with the good ones?