Posts by Mieczyslaw

"It's a peaceful establishment, right?" The ebon colored kitsune would query as he padded up after Natasha. The idea of an inn was curious, he had never heard of one being implemented until now. Anyhow, this place could be the breeding ground of potential trouble if the innkeeper did not ban all violence. Mieczyslaw would assume that the answer to his question was a yes since plenty of groups were unfriendly with eachother. If they brushed elbows at an inn, who knows what might happen? Perhaps they'll be banned at the place for life for causing trouble.

Mieczyslaw hadn't known Frecklepup well either. The girl wasn't around much when he was, or perhaps it was just his fault? If he rationalized about it, the blame would shift to no one considering the fact that it wasn't much of a problem. There was no use in arguing the two sides. After all, what's done is done. Frecklepup was gone and the kitsune did not notice.

SCREAMS THIS BLEW UP TOO FASTASFAS + rushed so i dont get flooded later

What. He had no words, really. One moment they were talking, the next his mother had jumped in front of his sister to block the Asher's attack. There was no need for him to jump in, Sweetophelia could handle herself but when Andraste fell, he would go look after her. So she had ice elementals? That was something he had to note before shifting his pale amber eyes back to the tussling duo. Much like his mother, she thought of this one as an outlier. There was no way Barbara would be stupid enough to sanction something like this. Perhaps this Asher was just a disgruntled member who believed in the olden values of anti-clans. Their person fit it quite well. However, shit hit the fan even more when Andraste ran off, "Andy! He was going to hurt you!" And with that, he was torn between handling this situation with his mother or comforting and assuring his sister of what was going on. Surely his mother could figure it out alone but it was his duty to help. But family transcended duty, so after a moment's hesitation, the kitsune dashed off after Andraste.

There already was one mistake made the instant he set paw in the meeting place. Mieczyslaw would quickly realize that Shininglight had brought the strange hybrid Skywalker to this peace negotiation. From what he knew, Shadowclan quite despised the male as they had meddled with so many affairs of theirs. But then again, who else could Shininglight bring? Obscuro? No, that would be even worse considering the fact that the femme had torn out the eyes of one of the shaderunners of Shadowclan. It was quite a pickle. But the kitsune said nothing and merely seated himself next to Pierce after offering a nod of greeting to the creatures present. He didn't expect to say much, he supposed the speakers would just be his mother and the two leaders so the apprentice situated himself off to the side as a spectator.

Seeing her caused phantom pains in his hind leg, the one that had been broken months prior. It was that day that changed the kitsune, he had become closed off and distrusting. Those traits certainly helped in certain situation but overall ended in the detriment of his social life. Pale amber eyes were slightly narrowed as he regarded the former Exile. Katherine. She was the last remaining Exile from the time he had his leg broken, and though he did not know the identity of his attacker, it was easy to put the blame on her since she was the last suspect left. But he said nothing about it. There wasn't enough proof. "Passing through? Where are you headed?" The ebon colored beast finally spoke, tendrils of smoke curled out of his mouth as he did.

Attendance at the meetings had steadily declined and his mother pointed it out bluntly for the power hungry rank climbers to hear. After all, it miffed him whenever he heard their complaints yet they never bothered to show up at one of the most important weekly meetings. With that said, the kitsune would find himself a nice spot to the side with enough room for both of his siblings when they showed up.

He was there at the drop but it was good for him to be present for the official announcement as well. Padding up next to his brother, the kitsune would listen to his mother's explanation and conclusion before giving a slight affirmative nod of understanding. Did he feel bad for the group? Not really, it was their own fault they didn't want to throw a coup when Deadboy became increasingly absent. It was the whole clan's fault for letting their once powerful group fall into disrepair.

An already failed resistance and an already failed plot to end the world, it seemed like both were trying to crawl back and grasp relevancy again. Was he afraid of the End Game? Not at all. Blizzardclan was quite powerful after all, and whatever remaining animals that support the end game would fall to them rather quickly with meteors or not. However, this resistance leader begging for help did not do them any favors. Taking note of their clipped attitude and not entirely respectful disposition to his mother, Mieczyslaw's opinion of this resistance had already dropped. However, he said nothing and continued to observe. If this male wanted Blizzardclan on their side, they better bend their knee to his mother.

"That brunch place, 1pm. I'm bringing two, want in?"

"..."
"who?"

"Dw about it, I'll pay."

"aight."

He preferred not to leave the apartment complex or its facilities often but when someone offered to pay for food, why would he refuse? In the life of a college student, debt and loans were the only things on his mind aside from his studies. Having a bro pay for a meal every once in a while really did help out, not only financially but mentally. If he didn't go out or decided to cook, Mieczyslaw only fed himself shit like ramen, it wasn't good. But he claimed he balanced out his shit lifestyle by casually hitting the gym. It did work in his appearance's case, he still was lean all over, very reminiscent to his cross country days.

Anyhow, he was already won over by the sweet deal of getting his food paid for. Sure, he considered the fact that his friend brought two complete strangers, with one possibly being their sig other, along but that wasn't enough to deter him, especially since that mentioned brunch place was the fucking best(they offered the best drinks). He could sit through awkward ass flirting, he told himself. Dressed in a casual plain tee and grey jeans, Mieczyslaw was currently seated on a sidewalk bench right in front of the establishment with his eyes glued to the phone in his hand. It was 12:55, where were they?

"The Baratheon and those ridiculous horns?" Miecczyslaw would remark clearly amused as a small smirk slid across his face. Shifting his attention to the brawl happening below, he would quickly catch sight of said person as they bashed their way through opponents while sustaining hits. "Not bad actually," he admitted as his attention drifted to the Tully he had in mind, "my money's on the fish." He was about to add more but the voice of his mother cut him off. Andraste? He hadn't seen his sister since the morning.

"I haven't either," he then answered, his eyes scanning through the seated crowd, "She might be skipping." Andy never took to violence after all, it would make sense for the girl to avoid events as these.

/looks fine to me :^)

Bitch ditched. They probably ended up taking it back to a motel and fucked or some shit. That's what his prior knowledge told him and of course, he was miffed. Running his hand through his short brown hair, he opted to call. And then, voice mail. What's new? With a heavy sigh, he shut off his mobile device and leaned backwards on the bench, his attention drawn to the soon to be octomom bargaining with her children. Jesus christ did he dislike children.

However, he didn't get to judge for long as a stranger's voice seemingly addressed him. Turning his head towards the hulking mass of a man, he couldn't help but find the guy intriguing. The guy was a damn giant and was that a little bit of asian? Immediately, he wondered if they were good with video games. Maybe it was bad for him to stereotype but esports made a big portion of Mieczyslaw's life. With that aside, he was lowkey suspicious of handing over his phone to the stranger but it wasn't like this big ass dude was going to get far without being stopped by someone, especially in a crowded city like this one.

"Aight," Mie would shrug, unlocking his phone and handing it to the other man. He then scooted over and patted the seat next to him, inviting the stranger to sit down beside him, "who're you calling? If you don't mind telling me of course." He was nosy, he admitted it but why not make some conversation out of it?

Exile was exile. There was no redemption for the pain the exiled creature caused. That shit was permanent. "Germanicus," the black kitsune opted to use the male's former name. He had once respected and admired the male, the two of them climbed the ranks together until the day they tore out his brother's eye. That day stuck with him forever, h couldn't forgive the now thunderclanner. "How dare you come back," his pale eyes would narrow slightly as he held his attention on the Thunderclanner. A rank did not protect the male, if his mother gave the word, Mieczyslaw would not hesitate to attack the traitor. Politically, it was an idiotic move. From what he heard, Thunderclan also had a coleader that was once their Veneziano. The gentler male had not been exiled, if they really cared for an alliance with Blizzardclan, they would have sent the non exiled creature. So why were they here? It seemed like a taunt to the kitsune.

The dark colored kitsune didn't waste much time to reach the Blackheart Rogues's territory. He wanted to make this quick, he didn't want to stay too long in the territory of a pedophilic leader. So the dark colored vulpes was seated a few lengths away from the border, his three tails flicking as he waited. He wondered how long a patrol would take to find him, if he had to be honest, Mieczsylaw wasn't sure if the Rogues were doing well. They've been quiet for the past few weeks and did not visit Blizzardclan with news, they were completely in the dark about any politics happening in their so called allied clan. Of course, that wasn't the main reason for this visit. The first and foremost problem was what made him uncomfortable in the first place, the lack of communication was just a plus.

The dark colored kitsune arrived quite promptly and seated himself off to the side of his mother to begin the wait for the other attendees. If he had to be honest, the whole Bloodclan and Shadowclan situation was a mystery to him as of now. It happened so recently and he wasn't sure of the details, just that one Bloodclanner made the dumb mistake of poking the most capricious leader in office. Well, that and the fact that some Bloodclanner had attacked the shaderunner of Shadowclan. What the hell was up with Bloodclan these days?

About time that the contradictory fucks met their end. Honestly, it was the concept of the rogues that corrupted them all, the idea that hedonism was above all even if it meant fucking a child. He couldn't help but lump the blackhearts on the bottom of the ladder along with the cartel and exiles with this new knowledge. After all, maybe there were more predators lurking in the camp of their former ally.