Posts by DUCHESS

both accepted ! welcome to the exiles babs so sorry for the belated response i forgot to track on my linked account ripperoni ♥

Lean muscles worked beneath the doberman's sleek pelt, that of which was groomed slick to her sides this evening, as she strode forward to the dining hall... well technically the floor above it. There was a warden access from the secondary floor that housed the cells that came out onto a balcony overlooking the hall itself, this proved incredibly useful for hosting meetings. In speak of which, there was one tonight. What determined that? Jack shit she just felt like it. "EXILERS, GATHER IN THE DINING HALL FOR A GROUP MEETING!" Her voice carried evenly throughout the room, booming against the walls with an authority that she'd never really been able to shake. Perhaps it was her domineering and asshole personality, or maybe it was because the room echoed like a bitch. Probably both to be completely honest.

"We've got a lot of shit to cover amigos so let's get fucking started," the doberman began, her show-cropped ears angled forward and an impish grin tugging at her lips. "First thing's first, Morbidrealities's activity system is being demolished. It's fucking stupid and over-lenient. Demotions will not occur on week deadlines, they will occur on overall performance. That way no one can take advantage of the deadlines, stay woke or get fucked." Moving on from this the beastess shifted her rose gaze down on those gathered, as if just now fully turning her attention to them. "Boss is now called Warden, Righthand is now called Second, Master of branches will now just be referred to as Heads, Sentries are Officers, and last but not least we now have a slave rank. Slaves are called Prisoners, you can be demoted to a slave, kept as one, or capture them. Have fun with that." For too long they'd be idle and soft, it was time to get shit done. "That being said we now have a title system with badges coming slowly but surely into the mix. I'll refrain from assigning any until that's all set up." After all it could get really hard to keep up with without visuals to go off of.

"Warning to Jesper, you'll need to step it up bud. No demotions this around." After all she'd pretty much wiped the slate on that bullshit last meeting while surrounded by fire and impending doom where people were less likely to bitch and more likely to roll over all nice like. "Promotion time motherfuckers, Kennedy feel free to step up to Paragon. Jupiter, step up to our Head of Mending, Zedekiah, step up as the Head of Warfare. Zacero, D.J., both of you step up to Officer. Shoutouts to Sloane and Alcibiades." That was everyone right? Even if it wasn't she wasn't exactly particularly one to give a fuck but ayeo gotta sound professional and all that rudimentary bullshit. "We've got a mass adoption rolling so be sure to check it out here or sign up here! We also have an hp tryout here!" All that fun shit, things were really start to pick up. Now just to keep it that way.

accepted !!

kICKS DOWN A DOOR
oKAY THE COMMANDER AND HEAD BADGES ARE UP BUT I BROKE THE ACCOLADES AGAIN SO WE MUST WAIT UNTIL I FINISH THE PARAGON AND OFFICER

It was clear there was no more intention for talk, ripping out the eye with her the doberman let her jaws lax and the Cartellian drop to the dirt, her rose eyes narrowed in disinterest. Advancing a step forward she simply tilted her head to the side, observing the figure of Caera quietly for a long moment before finally deciding upon her next course of action. "Zedekiah speaks the truth, your clan doesn't stand a chance. You foolishly picked a fight you cannot win." Now given the Cartel was on a warpath for destruction already it was the recent fuck ups that really screwed the pooch on their continued survival. Observing the child leader's figure for a long moment then she made up her mind, digging her teeth deep into the flesh of her shoulder and savaged the area.

It didn't appear she was stopping however, with a sharp twist she dislocated the forleg and went for the muscles and connective tissue. It was bloody, prolonged, and far from clean, in fact her entire maw and chest were quickly becoming bloodied as she went to her gruesome work. It was a good few minutes before the limb came away free in her jaws and she let it drop limply to the hard packed earth underpaw. "Your mistake," the Warden continued as if she hadn't just savaged away her entire from leg from the shoulder down, "Was to run a mafia with no allies. You tried too hard to cling to someone else's selling point in some desperate grab from originality that you overlooked a sex slave ring as an activity booster. You're a criminal empire, you needed friends, you needed selling points and some sort cold grasp on morals. Instead you died to foolish mistakes." Past tense, it seemed she no longer saw the Cartel as a threat. Sure they were dangerous and to be watched, but that was an entirely different pace than a true threat.

/permission to powerplay granted ! ♥

Was this a bad idea? Oh most definitely, the children of Sweetophelia, the strongest leader among the clans at this given time who just happened to be mildly cozy with the ShadowClan leader who was a total fucking wildcard of a sociopath. Opposite ends of the spectrum her and Sango were, perhaps that's why they hadn't killed eachother yet, or maybe it was because she was the mother of her grandchildren. More likely than not that, the kids were her favorite son's after all. As for Sweetophelia... well in complicated, they hadn't met too many times except for when she was the leader of the Sanctum and maintaining relations. That being said her current course of action had been reckless, violent, and a total powerplay that could end up severely kicking her ass. It wasn't her proudest moment but with the recent takeover already beginning to fade into obscurity as a hot topic she needed to make some bold moves right here and now.

The Exiles were not going to fade into obscurity, not again, not under her leadership. Blush eyes narrowed the slim figured Warden observed her quarry before slinking up to Aleksei's side, "Quiet, you'll wake him." Her tone was brisk and stern, her expression stoic at best as she overlooked the leopard. "He was hard enough to put under in the first place." They had the spirits of fighters, or at least the kitsune did without a doubt. With the addition of Jacob and Illya here she had no doubt she'd already pushed her luck. These two were just cutting out the whole delaying the inevitable factor.

She figured as much, when it came to self-preservation people really were lacking these days. It was so strange, you'd think continued existence took priority over stubborn pride but yet here the Russian was, tight-lipped as ever. Oh well, it wasn't like it was her problem. In a flash, like one would casually observe a dog fight, the doberman sprung into action aiming to pin the other canine and dig her hind claws deep into the flesh of his hips, her jaws aiming to fasten around his face and muzzle and give things a good shake to ravage the area. Braced against the earth underpaw her her front legs, existing there only to give her leverage. If it were up to her impulses she would have just killed him but alas there were more important things than giving in to simple urges. She'd never get anything done if she did that.

/tracking to reply to after work ! ♥

"Your other senses are stronger then." The Warden's tone was gruff and even as she made her approach, lean muscles shifting underneath her sleek pelt with every step she took. "And Zacero, don't be an idiot, pain exists to remind you of your boundaries." Seriously, who just ignored pain? This clan would need a lot of work before they were ready for half of the shit she had planned for them. They'd have to hold up as individuals long before they were ready to function as a unit. "I'm impulsive, domineering, and rely heavily on my pyrokineticism." She shifted her rose eyes to Zed as she spoke, all things he knew she was sure but irregardless she planned on participating in this exercise just like everyone else.

These things were usually more violent, but she had different plans for this one to completely honest. If she could sway his loyalty it'd be a good test of her capacity, if not, well she had plenty of back up plans. This was honestly more of a premeditated thing than on a whim like Illya had been. It'd started with convincing the child she had possession of his father when in reality she didn't even know much about the kid's parent to begin with. A risky move? Sure, but it'd worked out. As she lead him along leisurely she fell back slightly, her blush eyes even as she observed the pony's form as he walked. "You really shouldn't be so naive boy," Her tone was cold and even as she spoke, perhaps even the slightest bit disappointed, "I don't have your father, don't even know his name. You're, unfortunately, not going to be allowed to leave however." The world's most lackluster capture? Not truly. Children were different, violence would rarely do anything for them other than wound or lose their trust. It was a fragile order truly, but young minds were malleable, you had to be cautious with your actions.

Too rough and you'd lose any ability to gain anything positive from them, too soft and they wouldn't respect your authority. It was a careful balance, not too cold nor too soft. She needed to establish she was the one determining what shit went down but she also wasn't going to let him get hurt. He was just a kid after all, she was a bitch not King George or some cuck like that. She didn't get off on being cruel to children, it was pointless and cowardice.

"So quickly?" The Warden's presence was announced by a warm tone as she stalked onto the scene, thick muscles coiling up beneath her sleek tawny pelt before striking forward like adders with every step. Her blush eyes were observing the scene in a stoic sort of regard that failed to reflect the clear approval ringing out in her voice as she spoke. She'd sent D.J. out on the errand per request to test his capacity but it seemed he'd more than excelled her expectation, and so swiftly too. She was rather impressed actually, perhaps that was why she didn't deny the boy's claims of mother and instead tilted her head to the side. "Well then let's see it." Young he may be with a little grooming and well placed affection she could make a soldier to fear out of him. It'd surely be her best project thusfar, second only to obtaining the Exiles themselves.

"Ornias."

Her tone was even and scathing as she spoke, her blush eyes narrowed in slight annoyance in that motherly sort of way. After all that was just her kid that the male taught a new phrase. "Please refrain from teaching my children any phrases they're too young to learn." As lust demons they were bound to learn them eventually but right now, as young as they were, they were far from ready. That being said she didn't plan on giving 'the talk' just yet, it was waaaaay to fucking soon for that shit. Slipping up to Arthur's side she aimed to press her nose affectionately to her son's ear before coming to a complete halt there, "Don't worry about it darling, I'll tell you when you're older." She was sure he'd get tired of telling him but she'd let him know when the time was right.

The time was not right now. "Welcome back to the Exiles Lung." She'd rumble then evenly, not bothering to put too much emotion into it. As a leader it was her duty to acknowledge and get to know her members, that being said she was busy being a mom at the moment.

y ells bc my shift starts soon no pls im not ready

/tracking to reply to after work ! ♥

/reminder post for self to reply to this after work ! ♥

duchess organizing a lackluster blizzardclan reunion hello

THE BEST LOVE IN THE WORLD
PUGMAN L OVE
AND SCREAMS I l OVE ORNIAS SO MUCH TBH

The dead and the gone, orphans, the lost, and the lonely. There was a certain crowd the Exiles appealed to, they were the outcasts after all, the wild ones left or cast out to fend for themselves. Together they were a unit, a brutal force slowly growing in size. She was no fool, she knew it'd be some time yet before they were returned to their old glory, but she wasn't exactly planning on giving up on that goal. Strive for something long enough and things would eventually turn in your favor. Striking forward on her typical border patrol, aka her 'I need to look productive but don't particularity want to organize anything' stroll, the tawny Warden only slowed her pace to humor what Alcibiades was up to.

A joiner eh? That was always fantastic news. Dipping her head in a gesture of greeting the beastess slipped up to the cream wolf's side and observed the figure before her. Well they were pretty, she'd give them that, and so far they didn't seem like a cuck or any of the summer warriors. Not that they had stuck around very long after she forced her way into power, Morbid had burned alive, Cyrus bit the dust shortly before, and if Hebi ever showed his face around here again she'd kill him herself. Working with the BHR? Honestly she'd thought his standards were set higher, it was disgusting honestly. "Also name and business and all that formal shit." The doberman chimed unhelpfully, an impish grin on her maw displaying the joking nature of her words. After all it was all rather superficial.

/wELCOME TO THE EXILES BABS WE'RE HELLA GLAD TO HAVE YOU !!