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GOALS.
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> goal
> goal

FUTURE PLOTS.
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> plot
> plot

CHARACTER CREATION DATE. Mar. 29. 2015.

INSPIRATION.

NOTES.

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★★★ Dallas definitely did not have fond views of BloodClan. They were bloodthirsty brutes and yet...he'd considered allying with them just to get them stop killing his people. Of course, that deal ended up falling through when a new leader took over. Now they were back to square one and all they could do was sit and wait and prepare for their next move.

It was all a big mess.

Miyu was right. It probably wouldn't get easier. But the experience that he would gain along the way would prove to be invaluable and hopefully be enough to at least give him the confidence to stop questioning himself all the time. Things would get clearer in time.

He grinned as Miyu prodded at his side, shooting his own paw out to counter his playful jab. "You're the one who made a fuss about not being able to water the plants with a potty mouth, you dork!" he snorted, dropping down on his belly so he's face to face with the other tom. "...All this talk about food made me hungry. We should go for a walk and try and catch something or...something." he suggested, tilting his head to the side and flashing a grin.

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★★★ Dallasblues arrived, dipping his head towards those who were already gathered. He took his seat, wrapping his tail around his paws. "So, what do we have so far?" he asked with a tilt of his head. This was a very formal meeting for an invasion, much more formal that he'd been used to. He'd only really led one raid before and he'd scraped up ally support at the very last minute. This seemed like a much better way to go about things truthfully.

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★★★ He rose to his paws, sticking his tongue out as Miyu's paw brushed his nose. He totally would have fought back but he was too hungry. Yeah, that would be his excuse. You can't play fight on an empty stomach after all.

He gave a playful huff at the challenge, narrowing his eyes with a coy grin. "That's not fair! I'm already at a disadvantage if I owe you one and a half freshkills." he pointed out. "But nah, I, uh, bet I can still beat you into to the ground, man. It's on. " That sounded a little...rough...but he totally meant it in the nicest way possible. You couldn't challenge him and not except a little trash talking. He wasn't too keen on oweing anymore of his fresh-kill, so he kept it light. He knew how to play by the rules, he had that going for him at least.

Dallas turned, brushing Miyu's nose with his tail before taking his place towards entrance. "You want to count us down?" he asked, preparing himself to dart off the moment he gave the word.

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★★★ "You bet it's a challenge!" Dallas replied with a cocky grin. He bunched his muscles as Miyu took his place, eagerly awaiting the other tom's go. He was going to dominate. Totally. He had this in the bag. He hoped.

Truthfully, he didn't really know what to expect. Miyu could be really good at this. There was a sliver of a possibility that he'd leave Dallas behind in the dust. But damn, he was going to try his hardest that's for sure. He was a competitive one, that much was clear.

He rolled his eyes playfully at his countdown, wiggling his haunches in anticipation. As soon as Miyu gave the signal, he shot off after him before splitting off to find his own path. But not before sticking his tongue out at the tom before he disappeared into the forest.

ooc. no problem!! My replies are probably going to be slow/messy because I've been really busy lately ahhh

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★★★ Swearing was cathartic. It was good for the soul. But if Miyu had found a way to get free food out of it, then he was the real winner here.

Dallas slowed to a fast paced trot as he entered the thick of the woods. He scented the air, desperate to get first blood. Or at least what he guessed would be first blood. He had no way of knowing since he and Miyu had gone their separate ways. The CEO could have caught like, five things already and he wouldn't have known.

Of course, that was all purely hypothetical. No way he could be that good.

Unbeknownst to the seal-point, the other tom was having just as bad luck as he was. Dallas couldn't find shit--er, anything out here. He tasted the air a few more times, desperate to pick up the scent of a wandering prey animal. Absolutely nothing.

Suppressing a hiss of frustration, Dallas turned and headed the opposite way, hoping to have better luck in a different part of the forest.

OOC. Thank you! I just started college and I have a lot less free time than I expected to have oh man. But I'm balancing everything nicely so far, so I'm not too worried! Just busy, haha.

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Ever since he'd left the Church, Dallas had been nothing but...terribly lost. He didn't really mind it considering he wasn't going anywhere in particular. He'd considered going to join The Enterprise but he wasn't really sure what exactly it was he wanted yet. That and it would feel like he was cheating on his old home. As if cheating was something he hadn't done before. But Miyu was there and at the moment, the brown tabby was his only friend.

For now, he pressed on in whichever direction his paws happened to take him. Right now, it was a forest of some kind--not unlike the one near the church. His ears angled forward as the sharp crunch of leaves resonated through the area. "Ah, hello?" he called out hesitantly, his voice sounding strange to his own ears after several days of silence. Hopefully he hadn't just wandered into someone's territory. He really, really didn't feel like a fight right now.

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He felt a small sense of relief when the younger cat stepped out of the undergrowth. He was a social cat by nature and having not seen anyone for a couple days, he was starting to feel a bit lonely. Not that he'd ever admit it or anything. He flashed a quick smile in return. "Hey!" he greeted more officially than they nervous "hello" he'd muttered earlier.

He could sense what he only assumed was a nervous energy coming from the she-cat. He couldn't read auras or anything, but he could sense it by the way she kept careful distance from and the way she carried herself. Dallas couldn't exactly blame her, they were strangers to each other after all. He was probably more careless than he should be when it came to encountering strange cats in the woods. "Uh, I hope this isn't your territory or anything. I was just passing through. Name's Dallasblues."

[tt]Here's the subaccount in question.

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He didn't bother telling her his last name either probably because he had like, a million of them. Ok three. But they were a mouthful. "Lost," he echoed with a tilt of his head. "What a coincidence because that's exactly what I am. Ah, lost in the forest that is." He laughed a little at his own joke before shaking his head. "Sorry, that was awful. It's nice to, ah, meet you as well." The Boston-accented feline replied with a flick of his tail.

She had confirmed that this was unclaimed territory so that was good. With so many clans popping up everywhere, he was surprise such a thing even existed anymore. It was probably only a matter of time before this land was claimed as well though he couldn't say he cared much since he'd be long gone by then anyways.

"So...I'm guessing you're a wanderer to then, yeah?"

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"Hey, she's Lost!" Dallas said, pointing a white paw in the she-cat's direction as the newcomer approached. "I mean...her name is Lost. It's, ah, not that weird. I think Hawk is probably weirder unless you're a bird." Of course, he was unaware of the 'e' at the end of his name, not that it would save the stranger from his playful insult. He meant it all in good fun anyways.

"I'm Dallasblues by the way. Looks like we're all lost in someway or another. Either by name or by taking a wrong turn down a forest path." he snorted, sitting down with a flick of his tail. He'd probably be more concerned if he had a destination in the first place. Right now, he was just going with the flow.

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"Nah, dragon's are jerks." the seal-point replied with a wrinkle of his nose. Dallas's only experience with dragons had been an awful one. He'd known one dragon in his life, that awful BloodClanner Tsubodai who'd made his life a living hell when he launched his campaign against the Church. Those were a few of his darker days and he wasn't proud of some of the things he's done...well, that was all in the past anyways and he was determined to live in the now.

"Ex-clanner indeed. Church of the Imperium." He'd been born in ShadowClan though which was what explained his 'traditional' name. Most of the Churchgoers had loner names. "I was leader there for awhile actually. Ah, probably not the best though. I'm sure they're all glad to see me gone." he snorted. He'd made friends there sure, but he'd been so young and inexperienced and always felt like he was making all the wrong decisions. He'd entrusted the church to Ziva before he left and he had faith that she was doing a much better job than he ever had.

"I guess being lost isn't so bad. Maybe we're, ah, not really lost anyways. Like Lost said, we just don't really have anywhere specific to go. Like vagrants on the breeze." He swished his tail for dramatic effect. Yeah that sounded cool. He could probably live like this. As long as he could find his way to The Enterprise every once in awhile to see Miyu. He was the one person Dallas just couldn't leave behind.

ooc. ok no problem!!

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Day seven of Dallasblues' Big Trip Around the World which so far consisted of him getting lost in three separate woods three separate times. But hey, now he had a vague idea of where he was at. Hopefully. The life of a wanderer was fraught with adventure and confusion...mostly confusion in his case.

Dallas had made up his mind and planned on going to The Enterprise to see Miyu and maybe settle down there for a while, but upon reaching the old hospital, he found that the entire clan had vacated the premises. If Miyu had left a note behind, he must have missed it. Looks like he was going to have to do a little detective work to track them down.

The Knights of Eden had been a friend to the Church so the seal point figured they wouldn't mind him staying a day or two and maybe talking to the locals to see what information he could gather about The Enterprise's big move. For the life of him, he couldn't remember who had been leader when he was leading the Church but word from the grapevine said that Calvarychoirs was leading the place now. He'd met him a few times, seemed like a nice enough dude.

So that's how Dallas ended up outside the dilapidated castle, weary but still in good spirits. He hadn't felt this good in a long time actually. Leading a clan could really wear you down.

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Dallas had been wandering all over hell and back ever since he'd silently slipped away from the Church a couple weeks ago. He'd stepped down from leader a while ago and what little remained of his family had moved on other places and things. Not that he could really blame them, he'd never been the best father try as he might. He wasn't married, had kits from two different litters, and had overall been very irresponsible in his younger days. Hell, his first real relationship didn't even last two months...although that wasn't really his fault considering his boyfriend had been murdered. God damn, if he wasn't the unluckiest guy on earth...

But wandering was cathartic to the seal point he discovered. Being a social creature by nature made it hard for him to be alone for long periods of time, but he'd met some interesting creatures along the way. Lost had been cool and so had Hawke and he wondered briefly if they'd ever have the fortune of crossing paths again. Hopefully someday.

Now Dallas had his sights set on a destination in particular--The Enterprise. He'd awoken early this morning and left his makeshift camp in search of the old hospital. It had been a while since he'd last seen his dear friend Miyu and he hoped fervently that the CEO was still hanging around. Truthfully--and as sad as it sounds--he was one of the very few friends he still had left.

He picked up his pace as he spotted the old hospital in the distance and practically tripped over himself scrambling to reach the gate. "Helloooo?!" he called out as he stopped in front of the entrance.

His call went unanswered, echoing eerily around him in the dying courtyard. He hesitated for a few moments before pushing on into the main lobby of the hospital.

"Hey, it's Dallas. Please don't, uh, jump out at me or anything. I know your leader. We're cool." Silence. Dallas scanned the room before him, frowning at its emptiness. The scent of the others still lingered but was faint like they'd been gone for a while. There was no blood or signs of a struggle so he figured they must have left on their own accord. He couldn't blame them honestly, this place looked ready to fall over.

Dallas spent a few moments wandering around the hospital, searching for a some sort of sign of where they could have gone. Nothing. At least, nothing he found. There was a good chance he missed something but the place was starting to give him the creeps and he scurried out.

The sun was beginning to set and he had no intention of staying here overnight which was silly coming from a guy who'd literally been raised in an old asylum. Even he had his limits.

From what he remembered, the closest territory from here were the Knights of Eden. They'd been Church allies and would probably be willing to let him stay a couple nights while he figured things out. Maybe they'd even know what had become of The Enterprise? Yeah, that was a good plan.

To make a long story slightly less long, he got the information from the Knights of Eden and made the long trip to the airport after a few days R&R at the castle. Now he was standing outside, staring up at the impressive building in awe and feeling a little hesitant about announcing his presence. Frankly, he was a little embarrassed at the lengths he'd gone to find this place and would probably play it down if he was asked. Yeah, gotta stay cool and aloof.

"Uh, hey. It's Dallasblues." he called hesitantly into the open entrance.

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01. BASICS
02. APPEARANCE
03. PERSONA
05. RELATIONS & HISTORY
06. NOTABLE THREADS
07. PLAYLIST
08. GRAPHICS & ART
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FIRST NAME. Cubancigars [formerly Ramiro]
LASTNAME. none
GENDER. male [cisgender]
AGE. fourty-seven moons [thirty-two in human years]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. homosexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. homoromantic

ALLIANCE. none
PAST ALLIANCES. n/a
RANK. none
PAST RANKS. n/a

POWERS. none
BODIES. 01
> brown smoke tom with yellow eyes

MENTAL DISABILITIES. none
PHYSICAL DISABILITIES. none

FACECLAIM. n/a

BELONGINGS. none

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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION GOES HERE

USUAL EXPRESSION. Smug. Smug lil jerk.

VOICE. He speaks with a Cuban accent and is fluent in Spanish.

THOUGHTS ON HIS LOOKS.

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Just like that, his cool and aloof act was gone with the sudden appearance of his friend and he broke out in a wide grin. It practically took all his energy not to tackle hug the guy. "Miyu! Hey! Long time no see!" he greeted back cheerfully. Of course it had been his fault it had been so long. Why he decided to just drop off the face of the Earth and isolate himself from everyone he'd ever known, he wasn't really sure. It just felt like something he needed to do. To maintain his sanity maybe? He'd done a couple of really awful things during his short leadership over the Church and he didn't want to ever stoop that low again. Everything was happening so quickly and he had needed a break from it all.

But now it was time to return to reality and standing here in front of the airport alongside his closest friend, he felt more than ready. Practically a new man even. "You're, ah, lucky I'm the world's greatest detective or else I might've never found you guys." he chuckled. "How've you been?"

Let it be known that he held no bitterness over their decision to move. Had Dallas chose to keep in contact, he probably would have known when the decision was made. Things changed. "Change was the law of life", right? He was pretty sure he'd quoted that before during a meeting. Who knew, that period of his life was all a blur now. He'd made a promise to himself that he'd be a better man and he would start by not pushing people away once they got close to him.

Yeah, that was a good enough start.

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Dallas frowned, raising a paw gently to his own face. "God, I hope not. I'm still too young for wrinkles!" How old was he anyways? In his thirties maybe? Thirty moons, that is. That's practically late twenties in human years. Yeah, still too young for wrinkles. But he couldn't deny that the responsibilities of leadership had aged him a little past his actual age. Just a little though, maybe a few gray hairs here and there. Thank God the majority of his fur was white anyway.

Miyu on the other hand did not look different at all from what he could tell. What was his secret? Did he bathe in the blood of the young? Yeah, that had to be it.

He found himself falling back into the familiarity of their usual witty banter like they'd never even been apart. It was nice. He didn't realize how badly he'd missed these little moments and he swore he would never take them for granted again. His cheesey grin relaxed into a more subtle one as Miyu brushes his shoulder with his tail. Of course they'd just walked in a straight line. He probably made it more complicated than it needed to be by going all the way to KoE to get the information, but whatever. That would be his little secret. "The new place is nice. It probably feels good to be able to sleep at night without worrying about the, uh, ceiling collapsing on you." he snorted.

His grin fades for a moment, replaced by a look of concern when Miyu admits he was starving. Was prey scarcer here? Were they struggling? But his concern is gone as soon as it appeared as the CEO finished his sentence and Dallas shoved at the tabby tom playfully with a forepaw, wrinkling his nose in mock annoyance. "Ah, looks like I got some catching up to do with the swearing then, huh? I can start right now if you want. I've learned some pretty colorful ones on my travels." he replied with a smirk.