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aLSO SHE'S GETTING A NEW LOOK SOON Y'ALL AND IT'S GONNA BE LIT U JUST WAIT
MOMMA DUCHESS IS GETTING AN UPGRADE

w ay too family oriented half sister track ayeo

momma duchess track !!

d uchess would be curious if he ever interviewed her and answer p honestly, maybe he wants to know more ab the bitch that just took over the clan?

The shadow of wings ghosted swiftly over the west side of the territory, cast only by the light of a torch gripped in the beak of the expansive golden eagle as Duchess trotted along at a slower pace, her rose eyes alight with some sort of contained excitement as her features squinted against the light of the heat of the fire flickering from the branch gripped in her maw. Oh how long she'd waited for this, first there was Dystopia, the summer warriors, the weak ones. They'd stood in her way, an army of four, their roots dug deep down into the Exiles like weeds killing everything around them except eachother. For a year they'd ripped the life from the clan, watching it fade into obscurity. It hadn't been too hard to dispose of them, Dystopia died on her own, Jammal and Cyrus were too weak to even pose a threat, and when she set her first fire Morbidrealities had burned alive. Sometimes you had to render something to ash to build it up again right?

Heat radiated off the slick tawny pelt of the doberman as she placed her flambeau onto the damp earth under paw and grinned, a smug and wicked sort of thing. "Damsel," when she spoke its name the eagle landed on a nearby branch, their attention turned fully onto their companion, "You may begin." Without needing another command the raptor took off to the south to skirt up around the east, skimming low over the ground as the torch lit everything in its wake, taking to the tinder and wood like a moth to a light and hungrily roaring upwards. Leaving her own torch on the ground to catch the leaves a wisp of white smoke escaped her nostrils before whisking up into the night air as her flesh climbed in temperature until her very figure was white hot. The smoke arrived with every exhale now, her own eyes now beacons of glowing frosted light, leaving a trail as she slipped forward. Ivory flames began to lick up her paws and escape with every breath, the longer she built up the more her flames leaped forward, catching the grass, the ferns, the trees.

Skirting up around the west and coming up around the north she watched as the territory was walled in by flames, crawling inwards towards the center. She was sure some could escape, but this isn't about lives, it was about the big picture, the ability to show what she could and would do. The Exiles were no longer a dying memory, they were back, and they were damn well ready to leave a fucking mark.

/ permission granted ! <33

Well, well, well, oh how the tables have turned. She'd been hoping something like this would happen, with no one to dare argue her claim at the takeover she'd been needing a golden opportunity like this to reassert just how fucking serious she was about this shit. There was no room for any sort of doubt here, not anymore. "Oh we're welcome, welcome to everybody but has-beens who march onto our border and demand respect they have not earned for accomplishments they have not worked for." Her tone was cold and even, a smirk tugging at the corners of her tawny maw. "The name's Duchess Darling, the new head bitch of this place. You're speaking to Alcibiades, the second, Jupiter, the head of mending, Perry, a paragon, and several other individuals who have already proved their mettle in this clan. You have been gone for months, so long that your wife died, child vanished, and I got the window of opportunity to burn everything they let fall stagnant to the ground and take a real command over this clan." Not that her being there would have stopped that, the huntress was not easily swayed, but the point was still driven home.

"You're welcome to join if you like, but you'll be pulling your weight and you won't be entitled to anything," the doberman advanced a step, her show-cropped ears angled forward as her rose eyes narrowed on the figure of the woman, heat radiating off her own well-muscled frame, "Keep up or burn, that's how it's going to be. If you can't handle that? Then leave before I decide you're better off dead than alive."

Like adders thick muscles struck forward with every step as the demoness prowled onto the scene, an impish grin at her maw as she stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the dining hall. Her tall ears were angled forward, her sharp features pulled into a confident demeanor, and her tail was curled over her back in a distinctly dominant position. It was clear she planned on exuding nothing but absolute authority, a fair call for a leader about to hold a meeting. Speaking of which, she ought to get people gathering. "EXILES, GATHER FOR A MANDATORY MEETING!" Her voice boomed off the walls as she spoke, amplifying it past its actual reach, thus was one of the benefits of living in an abandoned presence. Otherwise she'd have to get more creative or fix the intercom system. Actually, she should probably do that anyways, maybe set up a warning system or code sort of thing.

As members filed in she stepped forward, waiting until things had settled down fully before speaking. "Alright ladies, gentleman, folks, and all deplorable members of society, we've got a lot of shit to cover so you best listen up because if I to repeat myself I will not be pleased." Shifting her rose eyes onto the crowd she flicked a cropped ear before starting up again, "First things first demotions, Jesper step the fuck down from Paragon to a normal member, I gave you your chance and wasn't impressed, sorry pal. Kennedy babe, step down too, you too D.J., I haven't seen y'all around very much. As always both of you remember you can always earn you ranks back, you just have to work at it like everyone else." Blah, blah, blah. She didn't overly pity the demoted, never did, even when the demoted was herself which had happened more than once. "Shoutouts to Ornias, Dolores, Jupiter, Merlot, Vanari, Alcibiades, Neopoliton, and Cecil. You guys have all been active and contributed well this last week or so and that's pretty fucking fantastic. Keep it up and you'll be rewarded generously." Alright now for what everyone actually cared about. To be fair it was all she cared about as well, it kept the clan running after all.

"Jupiter, step up to Commander of Mending, Ornias, all the way to Commander of War with you, Esmerlada, right up to Head of Espionage for now, come to me later for an assignment. Vanari to Paragon, It, Dolores, Aeternos, Merlot, and Thorne to Newblood. Shenshi, I want to see around more pugman." Her words were lilted by her typically heavy accent as she spoke, glancing to those mentioned in turn. "Title time, Brawler to Neopolitan, Perry, Aeternos, and Merlot. Berserker to Jupiter and Ornias. Conqueror to Alcibiades and Vanari. Killer to Ornias, Mender to Jupiter, Newblood to Ornias and Vanari, and Loyalist to Shenshi, Alcibiades, and Ornias." Now that titles were fluidly running it was a good way to praise people on their specific strengths, something she considered valuable in maintaining an efficient clan.

"The target of the week is BlizzardClan, but I don't want to see any raids. We're getting creative with this, this is war, not some piss party game to toy at. If they want to and we're not smart about it they can and fucking will wipe us off the map so from here on out this is what I want to see. First off I always want at least two a top the ravine at a time, good consistent patrols, and a border spiked with fucking corpses alright? Heads on pikes, bodies in trees, whatever you have to do to make it clear to fucking keep out. As for BlizzardClan I want to see smaller raids, steal herbs and prey from their territory, catch their stronger warriors alone and cripple them, capture, pillage, steal. Wear them down don't commit suicide by leading a full of attack. You hear me? We're taking this slow and fucking steady." A grin then flickered across her maw, "That being said I just literally burned down the Cartel so expect some retaliation on that half." Was that all? She was pretty sure she got everything, if not oh fucking well, she'd just host another random meeting. There was no method to these things other than they were weekly. That way cunts couldn't take advantage of the dates she set or any of that dumb shit.

"And with that I finish off this meeting, Commanders, feel free to promote your own Heads at meetings just run them past me privately first and know that on occasion I'll assign them for you. The rest of you lot, get out there and make people remember our name aye?" On that notion she leaped down from her balcony, a precarious jump cushioned by landing atop one of the countless tables in the room and mingled with the rest of them.

ayeooo im hype af ahh if you wanna plot feel free to hmu for plots if u want <33

y OOOOO
I REMEMBER AODH AND SPIDER A HHH HELLO Y ES
duchess wi ll be happy to see him a hhh

"I go at my own pace."

The doberman's tone was firm and assertive as she spoke, thick muscles rippling beneath her tawny pet as she stalked up onto the scene. "And you assume that I prefer the company of men." To be completely honest she didn't mind the company of anyone, but she wasn't completely lying when she hinted at a preference. Shifting her rose eyes up to the three-legged dragon before her the Warden simply jerked her chin in greeting, "Speak freely dragon, we're already even in terms of not attacking one another, but to house an enemy of all clans within another enemy of all clans... now that's a rather big target we're painting there." The demoness shrugged then, "What can you do to help guarantee the safety of my people?" Her people, that sounded strange, felt strange.

But she supposed it was normal, she was still adjusting to this whole thing, after serving as a beta for so long functioning as an alpha again took some time to adjust.

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wiggles eyebrows

It was abrupt really, out of the clear dark blue. A sharp laugh escaped the doberman as she shifted her gaze up to the three-legged beast before her, an impish grin tugging at her narrow features as she winced a brief pain deep in her chest. Physically shaking it off she tilted her head at Ululare, her rose eyes raking over intrusively from his claws all the way up to his face. It was a damn shame really, she remembered, but alas, in this body with this name she'd be surprised if he had recognized. Little Ululululululululu, still a sweet summer fool she saw. Some people never changed. We're not exactly a group that does background checks on members. "Yes well to be fair no one gave you that much credit," The Warden began, her tone firm and bemused as she glanced to Alcibiades and then her half sibling Jupiter before she bothered to continue her statement, "Right now we're in a bit of a war-like state with BlizzardClan, that being said... you can't take them on, and inviting more people in, especially in this magnitude, heightens the chances for a spy to slip into our ranks without our notice. Any ways you can help guarantee that doesn't become a reality?" After all, she had to address every possible issue if she meant to secure the safety and continued safety of her people. Be it political or not.

thread with these two concerning herthe?? and maybe duchess getting pissed ab selune bc of her own relationship and complicated past with herthe and b asically telling her everything she knows ab the religion and goddess bc she's her first acolyte/priestess/worshiper from years ago and foudner of the sanctum n shit ?

s creams yes,, okay who makes? i can make after work w hich i should get off around 8-9ish tonight if u want?

i dIDNT BUT IM ALMOST CAUGJT UP SO I CAN SPAZ WITH U SOON J UST A FEW MORE SAYS PROB HUST TWO SEASONS TO GO

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Yo yo yo Lin here and I wanted to whip this thread up so that we could all brainstorm some ideas and events for the future of the Exiles! Right now the clan is most popular for its outcast culture, that is being where society's worst come to play and there are no allies to be made, but I wanted to build on to who this group is as a whole. So to start on this I wanted to bring up some things we could use to build on and let us all build on that and brainstorm!

THINGS WE'RE LOOKING AT EXPANDING
— events, clan interactions, etc.
— culture, traditions, things unique to the clan
— landmarks, expanding on the territory, making it our own
— a new name for the newblood [sHP] rank
— ideas that add to the clan overall

Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in, quite literally she might note. Ignoring the growing pain in her chest and joints the doberman observed the scene before her tawny lips quirked up in an mocking grin, good. The hick boy would make a good mark on what was to come, and with Alci's words hanging over him she was bound to make sure those words were true. For every time he spoke out she'd find someone, it didn't matter who, adult, child, elder, and she'd make sure they knew who brought it upon them. JD, the screw up, the country boy, the fool. "Nice work." The Warden praised, her focus shifting to Riddlersgame as she spoke up in that typical firm, commanding tone.

It was honestly a default state of being at this point, she hardly even noticed it anymore. Quietly she maintained her focus on the ache echoing deep in her body, that ache had rooted itself a few days ago and she spent a good deal of her time behind the scenes, focusing on exodizing it from her current existence. Now that she was on day four she was beginning to realize why exactly it was there and why exactly it wasn't just going to go away. This was going to end poorly, that being said she choose to ignore it and function as normal. No more hiding in her room, no more quietly trying to treat it, it was here to stay so she was here to ignore it.