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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;]the basket was placed down in front of him as he dipped his head in a sign of respect towards the other members of this unfamiliar clan. briefly, he glanced over at rakel, a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. was this really the right decision? ah, regardless of that, it was too late to turn around now. he wouldn't turn his back on his decisions now. no, he had to be confident in them, or the tribe would falter as he would.

he took in a deep breath to steel his nerves before speaking.

" Hello. " he woofed out in greeting, lifting his head so tawny hues could meet the gazes of the two colouredclanners, " I'm the Chief of Where Twilight Lingers. This is Rakel, one of my Lawspeakers. We're hoping to form an alliance. " a pause, " Uh- who's in charge here? "

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;]A thunderous roar reverberated across the land, catching the attention of the sheepdog. The roar had sounded pained, agonized; with preparations for the feast he would hold later nearly complete, the chieftain supposed that he could take a few moments out of his time to check the source it. He would leave the goat he had been stalking, turning tail and sprinting in the direction of it.

Slowing his run to a moderately paced trot, Tryggvi panted softly as he observed the congregation surrounding the injured bear. A few more steps, and he would come to a stop next to Ísleifr. Strangers made him feel uneasy, but Tryggvi was not an unkind leader.

" You're free to join us, of course. Rest until we can fetch a healer for you. " Their territories were vast, but they certainly couldn't be that far off, could they? Shaking his head, he would turn tawny hues over towards Smokinghalos and Ísleifr, " One of you, go and find one of them. "

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;]The Priestess was back, or so, that was the word of the land today. He hadn't seen her in some time, and though he didn't quite approve of her visiting other clans.. well, with the world as open to them as it was now, Tryggvi couldn't quite say anything, now could he? After all, he had broken tradition himself; had sought out an alliance despite the natural reclusive nature of the tribe, something that his father certainly wouldn't approve of.. but it was too late for him to go back on his word now.

" Welcome back, Smokinghalos! " Tryggvi woofed as he trotted up towards the group, a small smile curling it's way into his features. He couldn't help but to feel a little more at ease now with her back on their land. A soft breath of relief escaped his nostrils as he came to a halt next to them. " The other clans have nothing on us, that's right. "

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase;] The snarling rumble that was Permafrost's reply caught him off guard, inspiring a tinge of fear within his stomach, but he would do his best not to show it. Tryggvi lifted his gaze further to meet the cold eyes of the sabretooth, his stomach twisting in knots. He could do this. He didn't have to be afraid, it wasn't as if they were threatening them, right? A deep breath, and the sheepdog would speak, raising his voice to speak above the soft tone he generally spoke in.

" We have no allies nor enemies; you are the first.. clan we have set eyes upon other than our own. " Tryggvi explained, " We are.. neutral, in a word. Our numbers are small, but we can offer assistance if necessary; we will fight with you and offer a refuge in times of distress. If needed, we can also provide food, herbs, whatever we can to lend a paw. " it seemed like a bit much, but it would be good to have someone on their side, wouldn't it? " You and your members would be invited to our feasts and celebrations as well. I hope that you would return the favor of this. " A pause as he dipped his head and nudged the woven basket towards the colouredclanners. " It's not much, but you may call it a peaceoffering. "

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;]with every rising of the sun and the moon, more and more strangers stepped paw onto their secluded land. he did not find them trustworthy, but his father had allowed quite a few of them to rise within their ranks, one even coming to hold the most respected position of priestess. tawny hues flashed with uncertainty as the canine approached the congregation, meeting the mismatched gaze of the white-furred feline. He kept his gaze steely, although he did not want to come across as unapproachable and cold; they were in need of fresh blood, new bodies to fill their ranks though he would not come to trust them for some time. once they had proven themselves.

" Uh, welcome— " he still didn't quite know how to sound formal. eh, he'd figure it out. " My name is Tryggvi; I'm the Chieftain of Where Twilight Lingers. " there was a small pause, a beat of hesitation before he continued, " Sure, you can join us. Would you like a tour? "

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;] hello! my little inactivity thing turned out to be a false alarm. i'll gladly explain it to anyone who is curious privately! c:>

but for the time being, i'll be able to be moderately active.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;]Tryggvi could not be a cruel chief, could not turn away any newcomers that wandered curiously onto their territory, but his disposition towards them remained the same as it always had been. Untrusting, uncertain. It could not stay this way, but the changes made the newly appointed chief uneasy. They had been closed off before, but no more; they would not be left behind with the world.

He trotted forward from behind his Lawspeaker, perking his ears up, the curled tail behind him twitched uneasily. The stranger was a feline; dainty in physique, but he could not underestimate anyone. If there was one thing that his father and brother had taught him, it was not to underestimate strangers.

" You're here to join? " a thick accent clouded his voice, tawny hues displaying his unease like a perfect mirror. " Very well. Welcome to Where Twilight Lingers! Velkomin. Do you want a tour? " their land was vast, but he could at least show her an overview of it.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;]Ah, a kitten! The Chief trotted up towards the duo, leaving a trail of pawprints in soft, wet soil in his wake. Tawny hues flicked towards Sorryshore and he felt a bit of unease sink into his belly. Geez. He'd never seen a creature like that before. She was pretty big, someone he was proud to have amongst his ranks.

" Hæ. " he greeted softly to them, " I'm Tryggvi. Nice to meet you both. "

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;] The silhouette of the Chief was plain against the gory horizon as he approached. The unfamiliar scent was almost overwhelming to him, the small canine still unused to the presence of outsiders within their invisible borders. On short legs, Tryggvi trotted up to the small congregation by the borders, ears perked up and alert. It was just a young serval kitten from what he could tell, but he stayed on his guard nonetheless.

" Hæ. Velkomin. " he greeted her in his native tongue, tawny hues meeting the gaze of the serval's. " I'm Tryggvi, Chief of this land. Welcome to Where Twilight Lingers! Would you like a tour? "

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;] Never once before had he seen so many newcomers upon their secluded land; they had once been driven off or killed on sight, but upon the end of his father's reign and the rest of the world opening up to them, they had arrived in droves. They were here, among their ranks, some even holding well respected positions. Tryggvi had decided to open up their culture to them, to hopefully preserve their long lasting culture. He could not be as closed off as he had been this past week. He had to open up to them, welcome them within their culture and their traditions.

The land beneath his paws had been blessed long ago by one of the first priests of this land, sacred and sectioned off from most of the camp. Many sacramental events had happened here, but he had never held one himself. He had only seen his father hold them with the assistance of the priestess. It was nervewracking to do this on his own, but it had to be done nonetheless; spring was upon them, a time where they would hopefully flourish. This was the only way to assure this.

Dropping the last of the deceased goats down in front of his paws, he threw his head back and howled, signaling the tribe members to gather. It was not mandatory, oh no, it was an invitation.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;]" I've seen others with the same ability as you. " came the bark of the Chief as he trotted up towards them. Powers seemed to be rare before the appearance of all these newcomers.. ah, he couldn't complain. It would be useful to have them around, wouldn't it? His curled tail wagged slightly behind him as he came to a stop next to the younger members. " My mother, specifically. It's.. pretty cool, isn't it? "

A pause, a blink. He sounded pretty informal there, didn't he? That wasn't how his father had taught him how to handle things around here. Shit.

[ oh no! i hope your muse returns soon </3 ]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;]Oh.

The foreign scent overwhelmed him, flooding his scenes almost immediately. He had known and trusted the Lawspeaker; the wolf had been one of his most trusted along side Rakel. It broke his heart to know that he was gone, unbeknownst to them if Ísleifr would ever return to their home. They were too far off from anyone for Tryggvi to do anything to aid their lost tribemate. A soft, mournful howl left the maw of the Chief; a brief prayer to the Gods for Ísleifr's safety and return.

hello! V: im gonna try n get active would any1 like a thread w dave herE

gently takes ur hands niall.. me,......maybe,
bc i lost our other one lmao god save me

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Later— later, though, when though, when his bright optics laid eyes upon the feline he had thought to be dead, he couldn't help but to be visibly shocked. What the hell?

" This is— " shit, what could he even say? There wasn't much. He wasn't too well versed in this sort of spiritual bull. Maybe, it was some kind of time nonsense? Nah, he would of been able to tell. " Shit, what's going on here? Weren't you dead, like.. fuck, it hasn't even been a couple of hours, has it? "
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uHH could you maybe? i would make it but im trying to play catch up w all my muses otl
ill be good and reply to this one in a timely manner i promise

(ALSO CONGRATS on being promoted to leader in that other clan B) gonna do gr8)

slams myself doWN!!!!!! does anyone want a thread with volcanickit :^)

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:355px; font-family:miriam;] a teetering, tumbling little ball of fluff would approach, stumbling out of camp though he was under strict orders not to. still, even at his young age, volcanickit was eager to show that he was able to handle such a menial task as leaving camp for a few moments. hhhmpt. the little kitten nearly tumbled into the dragon, unsteady on his paws and poor in eyesight. light blue optics blinked wildly for a moment before he glanced upwards at the much larger creature. a second later, he puffed out his chest in an attempt to look bigger, and introduced himself.

" Hæ! I'm Volcanickit! "

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THREADS W POLTERGEISTKIT?

volcanicroommates thread? uwu

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sure!! nwn should i make it or will u make it

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; text-align:justify;] my new baby needs some plots!! :0

he's the chieftain (leader equivalent) of where twilight lingers, a new official backboard. he has no hp relations, but he is a hp himself.. so... yeah!

he's open to:
- friends / basic chat threads
- good friends / bffs
- enemies
- love plots (iffy here)
- minor/major injuries
- just plots in general idc

he's closed to
- capture / maiming / death
- litters, for the time being.