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eyy I don't mean to interrupt but I got this old sport right here, and I was wondering if he'd be worthy of this squad
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It will be donebut hey, I suppose no matter where these babes end up going, they could always meet up somehow, no? i suppose that's the joy of plots
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it was about time he found a place to call home. he was no longer the kind to wander around all over hell and not settle down. no, he needed somewhere to come back to, a somewhere that could provide an adequate, hopefully reliable, square one. tarkin didn't exactly like the idea of being completely alone, even though he wasn't quite a social bug. but the feeling of absolute solitude was not his style. it was good to have others. there was strength in numbers, even if he would not fancy some of those who made these numbers, and he found it to be worthonest the effort to go find one. plus, there was no one to order around out there.so, the first place that he thought would match his desires came to be Windclan. he knew of it, of course, as well as others, and finding it was easier than counting to three. he wondered what kind of people he'd find here, as he'd heard numerous colorful stories. he was sure that there'd be at least some of the over-friendly chatty Cathys, and no-doubt the herd of wannabe heroes and saviors. There would be types of all sorts, ones that he'd all seen before. the cliques would show themselves like whores in neon windows. and there would even be a place for him, he supposed, with the scemers and late night dreamers, using their knowledge and skills to better their situation, and perhaps satisfy the underlying hunger for power in the meantime. the know-it-alls. he was a good know-it-all, in fact, he thought he could be a damn great one, with the right people. hopefully, this place would have them. if it didn't, he'd simply find the next.
it didn't take long at all to travel to their chunk of tree-freckled moors. the description he had heard of almost exactly painted the image around him, and he learned immediately that it was the right place. the next, crucial step was to find one of the members and make a good impression. his steps were almost silent as he drifted through the grasses, an attribute that always stuck with him since his first months in the world, but for once he wasn't needing it, instead looking to be seen. the last thing he wanted to be was a sudden surprise to anyone.
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//flashes the digital cheekbonesyeah, the coin flip always works!
I just made a Lil joining-ish thread for this old boy, but I think he might wander a bit to these other Clan choices to see which one he wants to stay at, so in case there's too many sw babes he can mosey on over to another space.
he's quite a deceitful bean anyways, so switching allegiances is bound to happen at some point
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if it doesn't work out with you two, I can offer this lad here
he's currently in Windclan, so I think they're enemies ??
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tracking--honestly this boi could use a good ol' torture session
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perhaps he had been a little too focused on being noticed that he abruptly stopped and snapped his head towards the new voice. though, what minor surprise he felt almost instantly disappeared at the sight of the young lad before him. his brow quirked upwards in an intrigued, almost slightly judgemental fashion. a kit. just his luck.although he couldn't help but feel a little put off by being first acquainted with such a young and expressive person, the nagging reminder that they'd be clanmates pushed on, and tarkin knew he'd have to get over himself; for today, at least. his crisp blue eyes examined the new acquaintance as he spoke, ignoring the rather odd choice in comment and instead only bothering himself with the questions.
"Yes, I am quite certain of that. I-" his curt reply was cut short as another arrived. the little white wolf excitedly announced herself to be Victorianpup. Charming. Though, before he could summon too much judgement on her, there was something peculiar about her that he could not quite place. perhaps it had been her eyes. either way, he would have to think on it later.
blinking once, his tail flicked back and forth as he then responded to her. as far as he knew, there wasn't anyone he was dying to find yet. "Er- no, on the contrary, I am interested in acquiring a place among your clan." his posh attitude was already apparent in his tone as he spoke, almost in a way he was talking down to the two. of course, that was about as close to polite as he was going to get.
the next person he encountered was someone who appeared a bit older, thankfully for him. he didn't think that two kits would have the authority or trust to allow a stranger into their home. his gaze travelled to meet the leopard's, before glancing to the side, pondering her question for a moment. had he met any other by that name? tarkin couldn't place it with any face he remembered. "I'm afraid I haven't." he replied with a shrug. even if he had recalled that someone, wilhuff wasn't exactly interested in it. perhaps if she was desperate- from what he could tell she seemed to be- she could look for him herself.
from all these sudden questions and scattered thoughts, a pair of faces that came around brought a flicker of surprise to his piercing optics. a wiry smirk curled at his maw as he set his sights upon the leopard. "how could I forget? you haven't aged a day." finally, someone he could converse with on a more professional level. it turned out he was quite lucky after all, finding old friends once again.
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//slides overfinally getting around to this
hello everyone c:
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somehow he wound up heading over to all the commotion. dealing with other people's problems wasn't usually his cup of tea, but yet here he was, feeding his curiosity by drifting over to the others. it only took a few clues to learn what had everyone on edge; the stench of something disgustingly foreign crossed his nose, as well as familiar scent of a young pup he'd met not all that long ago. it was strange, yet oddly satisfying to think that it was that easy to slip into a clan's territory and snatch someone without being detected right away. that was something that they had to change if they wanted to succeed, for sure."How unfortunate," he sighed, almost hinting a sense of boredom as well as disappointment. the talk of raids and rescue always sounded too arrogant in his mind. but, the kidnapper couldn't be allowed to go unpunished, and a firm grip on justice was in fact interesting. while others were discussing their plans, the spindly oriental took a few moments to examine the scene of the 'crime'. "it seems that she wasn't harmed much," he noted to the others, accent thick and clear. "there's nothing here but scent and prints- no blood or bits of fur. perhaps whoever came for her was not looking to send a message," perhaps this little information would settle them down at least for now. from what he could tell, the kidnapper wasn't planning on a fight. whatever they needed her for, they must have needed her both alive and unharmed to begin with. "though, whatever we do, I would think that we carry out our actions with both haste and logic, no? after all, for all we know this could be an invitation to a trap." he couldn't help but offer his own opinion. when doing the dirty work himself was a little out of his tastes, strategy was a game he was addicted to playing. in situations like these, he could only hope for there to be something greater than what met the eye.
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thanks darlings <3omg do it both of u
stick 'em in the exiles
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//zooms tf inperhaps you'd be interested in something with my boi wilhuff and Luke ??
mostly bc I'm trash
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eyyfirst of all, I absolutely love Aristotle & a-ham and I think this is a wonderful idea! unless a better alternative comes around or something, I could offer this guy for a bit of a rivalry. his back story is basically unwritten at the moment, so perhaps the plans you have in mind could fill in some of the blank? although he is mostly based on a star wars character, he had a few qualities of a high-raised elitist that may work for the taunting and such, as well as getting angry and arguing when Aristotle becomes a challenge/threat to his ambitions.
of course, I'm just spit balling, and if someone better suits the role you're looking for i wouldn't mind in the least c:
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hello there! Moritz seems to be quite a lot of fun omgOOOOO damn I feel you. I ended up doing that a few days ago
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I'm pretty sure both of them are !
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galen
#1 space dad
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look at those cheekbONESeither gif would look hella imo
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