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^{I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR —}

<sup>The river was where Fish lived, he knew that much. Maegor was not aware that yet another had staked claim of the strange waterway until he came across the macabre house while looking for a drink of icy water. Dead parts were strewn about the home that seemingly appeared from nowhere. Instead of disgusting the pale lion, Maegor was only reminded of his own hunger. It had been a while since he's had a proper meal. Of course, his dietary restriction was a culprit but the so-called neutrality, that had been vaguely agreed upon by the Thunderlands and themselves, was also another factor. Mae only ate lions, he had pretty big meals a few times a week, but considering that they could not attack their most current enemy, the feline found it hard to procure food. Where the hell were the loners?

As he neared the river, he caught sight of two figures by the house as well. One he recognized, the other was a stranger. Padding over, the youthful lion gave the unfamiliar demon a once over before he decided to judge. Blue mane. Weird. "Hey, Frag," Maegor would greet, his seafoam eyes locked on the other dark lion with the vibrant mane, "and hey, you." Surely they'll offer their name to him in due time. Or maybe they won't. Maybe he'll end up eating them.</sup>

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^{"It's quite ill-natured," came the remark of the pale lion as he joined Sekhmet, planting himself firmly at the Queen's side. A slave? He would consider it quite a good gift, however, it seemed like this one was untrained. "My apologies for interrupting but, what skills does it have, what does it do?" Maegor was aware that the Thunderlander was a male, but it was now a possession, an object. It was something to be gifted and traded, no matter how ill-tempered it may be. If anything, Maegor would be glad to train it, but for now, he would not make his desires known.}

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^{He didn't do well with children for the most part. His crude humor and innuendos made him the worst adult ever. However, that didn't mean the pale lion avoided them. It was near impossible to steer clear of kids, the Shadow Veil was drowning in them after all. Most of them seemed to belong to the ruling couple. But this one, the golden retriever, did not resemble either of the two. But then again, the kid could possibly be adopted. And then Fragilepast appeared, inquiring what was bothering the kid. Maegor took a guess, it had to be the leg. Injuries were rather restricting, he was well aware of that. Unfortunately, the pale lion was not a demon and didn't have an expedited healing process. He would love that though. "What happened to your leg?" Came the placid voice of the feline.}

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^{He chuckled. "You're telling us to punish Quasar even though you obviously didn't punish your pedophilic sexual predator of a Underboss?" He smirked, youthful features conveyed amusement, "we know what Cleo said to the poor Blizzardclan kid." What was the allied kid's name? O- something. Ah, Octavian. "Poor boy's probably been scarred by your over-adventurous prostitute," he continued, clucking his tongue and shaking his head in disapproval. How contradictory of them to come here for justice when they couldn't even do the same themselves. What a double standard.}

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^{//1st one shot - 600 words}

<sup>Swimming, a mildly childish endeavor. It was something he hasn't done in a while. The last time the youthful feline took to the salty ocean waves was when he was hanging out with Skullclan. Where were they now? He wasn't sure, but he's long forgotten about them considering that his time there was not even a month long. Anyhow, Maegor wanted that goddamned seashell crown. He was all about the cosmetics after all. So, it wouldn't be a surprise to his fellow Shadow Veilers that the oddly vain lion was rearing to compete in this race. Seafoam eyes roved over his competitors, taking note of their faces and physiques. He'll gladly fuck some of them but now was not the time and place to think about that, there was a crown to win. A crown with his fucking name on it. That and the glory, wouldn't it be nice to be known as the one who beat everyone in a swimming race?

Toeing the cold salt water, Maegor shifted his attention to the announcer who was currently afloat in an inflatable boat. What a cute guy, the pale golden lion would note before forcing himself to stare into the clear waters. He wasn't about to let any pretty distractions get in his way of the seashell crown. Rounded ears carefully listened to Frightfur's voice, introductions, introductions, introductions. He was an impatient one, he was already itching to leap into the water. And then there it was. Go! Without a moment's hesitation, the sleek feline entered the water like a seal.

It was a pretty nice feeling, the cold water surrounding his whole body. Very comforting, yet there was also a sense of danger. If he stayed under too long, he'll drown. But it wasn't a bad way to die, was it? The caress of the current and waves was akin to a massage for the Harbringer. Unfortunately, he did not have time to enjoy the feeling of water or reminisce, he had to get the crown. Keeping himself below the waves, the feline began to swim. he wasn't built for this at all but fortunately, his strokes were strong enough to propel him forward.

He was making progress indeed, but he remembered certain warnings from some of the Riftians who were discussing this area before the race. The water was obviously the home of sea creatures, surely they would not be happy with so many intruders. And of course, the race participants could be seen as food as well. He had to watch out for that alongside nature in generally. Hopefully he wouldn't hit choppy waters, but then again, that was the reason why he opted out of doggy paddling his way. Being constantly splashed in the face by small but bouncy waves did not sound like a fun time.

Poking his above water, the pale feline took a quick breath of air before going under once more. Huh. Jellyfish. He could see a whole smack of them. Maegor has never encountered the odd creatures before but he was very aware of their stinging tentacles. He'll have to avoid them if possible. But unfortunately, they were rather widely spread out, there was no way to get around them without losing a load of time. In the end, Maegor made the executive decision of going through it. Fuck all the stings, he could handle pain with no problem. In fact, pain was rather welcome, perhaps it'll urge him to swim faster. Danger usually did that. Jetting forward with his seafoam eyes stinging from the saltwater, the pale feline went on ahead.</sup>

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^{The pale lion happened to be grooming himself when Baobab appeared in view. Licking his dominant paw, his seafoam gaze tracked the serval femme as she looked about, a box in tow. Naturally, he was curious what was inside and why she had it. Only time would tell. However, it seemed like the whatever the object was, it was for their resident aquatic canine. Maegor did not interrupt the moment though, he didn't know where Fish was and therefore, would be of no help to Baobab. Anyhow, random faces like his would ruin the moment. And so, the feline carried on with his grooming.}

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^{"Nice job," the pale feline offered plainly with a smirk, "but I didn't call her a rapist, just a pedo with predator-like intent, doll. You need to listen a little better, it'll help to strengthen your argument." Anyhow, why did he know all this? Well, he was a mercenary. He was supposed to know this shit. Maegor's livelihood depended on violence and so he kept tabs on every large dispute. Hell, the Cartel should be proud that they even made it on his radar. "Okay, she was called awful things but she deserved that. Now, what matters is if she apologized and took back her words." The male would have quirked a brow if he had one. Leaning slightly against his brother, a smirk made it's way onto his face, "and I have to agree with my dear brother, the kid was hurt because your supervision was shit. Take better care of your children, please." He suppressed a yawn, holding his seafoam gaze steady on Sollux, "Also, hun. I can't help but notice how many times you stressed that Blizzardclan came to your lands. Maybe if you didn't do idiotic shit like the gang wars and target their people, they wouldn't have raided you. You brought it upon yourself, stop blaming other people for your foolish leadership decisions, honey. You can't expect people to sit by with their hands in their pockets when you capture their people, that just doesn't make sense."}

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<sup>//SO CUTE OMG

Ah. The kid was emotional. But he supposed that was only natural. Being semi-crippled at a young age was probably the worse thing that could ahppen in a youth's life. They were so active, so full of energy, how were they supposed to expend such energy if they couldn't move. It must be frustrating for Bailey. As for the canine's own questions, they were rather odd in his opinion. Wasn't the boy too young to already hate himself? A mild frown formed on his face but quickly was replaced with a neutral expression of concern. "Of course, it happens to the best of us," the pale feline answered as he took a seat beside the kid, "but not you, there's still plenty of useful stuff for you to do even with your injury. Do you know how to read or write?" Maegor spent much of his youth studying texts, usually medical ones since he found those more interesting considering his nature. But for a kid like the golden retriever, perhaps they'll prefer something more entertaining.</sup>

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^{He smirked coyly to the male's remark. That was part of his base nature; a narcissistic fuck who was a big fan of hedonism. However, he considered himself rather normal as he was sure there were more fucked up beings running about that would put him to shame. Anyhow, the pale lion was rather pleased that the other was accepting of whatever this was. He'd call it a dangerous game. "Name?" The feline repeated, amusement evident on his face as he tilted his head slightly, "it's not important, but I'll entertain you. Call me Mae. And you? What kind of pet name would you like?"}

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^{It didn't take long for the pale lion to find the femme at the border. Maegor had been heading out of the territory in search of a good meal until he noticed that a supposedly extinct darkclanner was waiting there patiently. "Hello," the youthful feline would offer amiable, a gentle smile crossing his usually placid features, "what do you need, miss?" It was odd to see her and smell this nearly forgotten scent. Perhaps they were making a comeback, good for them. He might have to check them out then, after all, old darkclan ideals aligned with his own in a very very mild way. To boil it down, just without the justice part. He was just a war hungry boy, a militaristic clan would be rather favorable for him.}

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^{Hah. A reboot. He thought so. He didn't blame them though. Even the strongest of clans needed to change things up every once in a while. It was good practice. "What's new about the Dark Dynasty?" The pale feline then queried, completely forgetting the fact that he was indeed not in a position that had any diplomatic power. The questions came naturally to him considering his rather militaristic background. "What have you changed? What have you added? Are you still an anti-clan? Tell us about you too, ma'am," Maegor continued, a small smile gracing his features. He was very interested in this new leader girl, did she have a brain in her skull or was her clan going to flop like the others?}

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