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  • and i tell her every day }} o, visit from the district

    Funny how moving around was exactly what a young pup was supposed to do, yet Solas was rather out of breath by the time he could smell StormClan off in the distance. He'd spent the past week practically glued to his desk, only moving maybe twice a day to use the restroom and grab a meal - which he promptly brought back to his desk, only to forget about it as he got lost in some other form or letter or textbook. By now he had neither the stamina nor the energy to walk more than twenty meters without needing a break. Hopefully nobody would spot the child as he leaned against a nearby tree once more, fighting to regain his breath in the increasingly frigid mountain air.


    Perhaps a minute passed before the arctic wolf pup finished up his break and closed the final gap to the border, looking tired but determined as ever. "StormClan? I am here to exchange news from The District," Solas called out, his surprisingly commanding voice echoing from the nearby mountains before dissipating.

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  • i'm no superman }} MEETING 10/8

    That was... odd. Solas had grown used to Ko shying away from him for reasons he couldn't comprehend; he had to fight his face to conceal his surprise at the other canine's cheerful voice. Maybe it was the promotion - yes, it was probably the promotion. Couldn't say he was disappointed, though, he wouldn't have offered it if he didn't think Ko would be a good fit for it.


    "Please do. And thank you," he added quickly afterward, leaving it ambiguous whether he was thanking the Professor for accepting his position, or for offering to go to SkyClan. It was actually the former, but he wanted to imply the latter so as to appear more sure of his decisions.

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  • i'm not calling you a ghost }} open, one-shot/development

    //Note: 1130 words, no need to match muse. Skip to the last 2 paragraphs to see what to reply to!


    The sun was already peeking over the horizon when Solas finally gave in to sleep. He went down fighting, too, keeping his desk light on and forcing himself to keep a rigid posture as he read memos and prepared speeches long after the first wave of fatigue had hit him. This was normal for the pup, as this happened almost every night, the young principal only ever sleeping while passed out over his desk chair.


    Tonight, he dreamed. Ever since he started sleeping in the office, his dreams began in the same place every night, a world that was completely foreign yet completely familiar to him. At first it was a landscape of twisted rocks and bright crystals, but as he explored, the place shifted dramatically. Sometimes if he was thinking about work, he would walk down a path only to find himself back in the office, the walls slowly closing in. Sometimes he thought about a childish crush, only to hear their voice calling to him from another rocky path. But the best dreams, Solas had discovered, were when he controlled his thoughts to focus only on exploring with an open mind.


    Without an expectation to adapt to, his dream world reflected other things around him. The memories of the dead, for example, or the intentions of nearby living things. Sometimes he even met spirits roaming about, from intangible ghosts whose forms quivered and danced, to terrifying demons whose attacks felt more real than the real world itself.


    This time, Solas was dreaming about the auditorium. The bright lights of the stage blinded him, and he couldn't determine much about the crowd in front of him. He could see their hostile gazes, but couldn't name the faces, couldn't identify what they were. For almost the entire dream he struggled to deliver a speech where he didn't even know what he was trying to say, feeling the heat of disapproval with every pause and stutter. This was not the most distressing nightmare he'd ever had, but it was one of his least favorites, because it wasn't scary enough to wake him up. It was just incredibly uncomfortable. He expected the dream to go on like this for the rest of the night, when suddenly...


    Red. He turned around and it was red, everything was red. The red was dripping from the walls. Blood? He turned back to the audience, but they were gone, so were all the seats. The stage instead dropped off into an infinite abyss of black, while the lights continued to bore down on his eyes. His chest tightened. This wasn't supposed to happen, there was no reason for this to happen. When he kept his thoughts and emotions constant, the dream world usually kept its end of the deal by keeping the dream constant. There was no reason for it to get worse unless... unless it was shaped by someone else near him.


    Solas woke up just in time, turning his head immediately to the outward-facing window. Here his suspicions were instantly confirmed: two sets of eyes peered in from the darkness. Even though he was awake, he could feel their intense hatred for him, melting away at his fur. They wanted to tear into his throat, they wanted to break every bone in his body. He could feel it, and he wasn't the paranoid type. Just as his eyes locked onto the pair, the rightmost one lunged through the glass, leaving glistening shattered shards all around. The other let out a snarl and crashed through as well, taking the principal's attention away while the other circled behind him.


    Surrounded, with the door and window blocked, Solas climbed on top of his desk and prepared to go down with a fight. He knew he wouldn't make much of a difference, perhaps the best he could do was give one of them a few scratches that would just make them itchy for a few days before going away, but it was the last contribution he'd be able to make for the world. Exile scent filled the room as the two prowled closer, clearly taking their time to savor the young pup's terror and meek determination. Then, they pounced.


    Solas took the initiative. Before the larger figure - a dark-furred lion - could clamp its paws on him, he darted beneath them, hopping to the floor while they crashed into his desk. He nipped at the lion's tail in an attempt at a counter-attack, but was quickly met with a kick to the jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. The sunrises' dim light revealed the other figure as a dingo, who quickly wove around its partner before snapping audaciously at Solas, again and again. The young wolf dodged each time by leaping backward, panicked eyes searching the room for some other option. There was a wall coming up behind him. He could not dodge forever.


    He waited for the dingo to step particularly far forward, then took advantage of their lack of balance. With a nimble leap, Solas closed his jaws around the dingo's shoulder, digging as hard into its flesh as his little teeth could go. His opponent swung wildly around, attempting to knock him off, but the principle held on with a vice-like grip, digging deeper and deeper into the other. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. He suddenly found himself on the ground, ears ringing, realizing that the lion had recovered from its initial attack and now had its paw to his throat. Solas knew he'd lost, but he refused to give up. A low growl rose in his chest as the Exiler pushed harder and harder on his trachea, cutting off his air.


    Some sort of instinct told Solas that hope was not lost. He clung to that, even as his vision fell further and further down a dark tunnel. It was like a hidden memory, some primal rage at the very back of his consciousness that now took over, numbing his thoughts and taking action on its own. Just as he lost feeling in his legs, some intuition told him it was time to strike back. "Back off!" Solas cried out with what he thought would be his final breath, a bright flash of light blinding his eyes completely. But just like that, the paw was gone from his throat. In fact, he couldn't smell the Exiles at all. All he could smell was...


    "Fire!" In his bleary panic, the principal rushed from his office to pull the nearest fire alarm. As he turned to look behind him, he could see it: two indistinct corpses burnt to a crisp, inside an equally charred office. He took his paw away from the alarm. There was no fire, not anymore.


    Just the one he had conjured.

  • and i tell her every day }} o, visit from the district

    Surprised grey eyes turned to see Rose, though he did his best not to stare, it was his first time seeing a more ethereal form anywhere other than in his own dreams. Her kind voice was a very welcome, if unfamiliar, change; they didn't really have those 'sweet' personalities in the District. "A pleasure to meet you, Rose Quartz. My name is Solas. Water would be very welcome, thank you." Couldn't say his ego was a fan of being treated like a kit, but he wasn't about to turn down the special treatment, either. Plus, the spirit seemed nice enough, she clearly was not trying to patronize him.


    He looked over at the approaching lion, craning his neck back a bit to make eye contact with the other. If only Solas was taller. Then maybe he wouldn't feel so intimidated. "Hello, Fernando," he repeated the other's name, giving Rose another glance. He didn't want to leave her out of the conversation, but he was here on diplomatic terms, so he was sort of obligated to focus his attention to, well, the leader. "As I believe you overheard, I am Solas, principal of The District. My intention is to inform you that I have replaced Windchimes as leader, and to ensure that we are still in good standing with StormClan."


    After all, they were the two big schools out there, right? But this one was a great deal more magic-based. Solas considered visiting every so often, to hone his newly discovered magic with more impartial teachers than there would be in his own clan. After all, who wants to give constructive criticism to their own leader? That was besides the point, though. "How does your clan fare? I see StormClan's location does not match our current maps."

    INTO THE DARKNESS ➳

  • OCTOBER 2017 OFFICIAL LEADER GATHERING

    Solas needed some time to finish other business before he could attend the gathering. He had no idea what to expect, and he knew it might be considered disrespectful to show up late - adults always liked to label him that, you know, 'disrespectful' - but The District's internal affairs took precedence over public appearances, and so, he was late.


    It seemed Fernando was already here, announcing that, like The District, StormClan no longer recognized any enemies. The young principal noted this with quiet enthusiasm; peace was ideal for the free flow of information, something Solas greatly approved of. However, he kept his reaction quiet, instead looking around at all the potential allies and aggressors here. He hadn't met anyone here other than Fernando yet, and certainly wasn't eager to make a scene in front of a bunch of strangers.


    The pup was content to watch all these towering figures around him, reading their faces, noticing their postures. Hopefully nobody asked him if he was lost, because he wasn't. He was just... small. And like the clan he led, he was mostly interested in learning.

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  • and i tell her every day }} o, visit from the district

    //wait wtf it's literally the entire thunderlands squad?? decayingdelusion and i are in the district, then star/felibri/rose are all here im dying


    If he sounded pretentious from his verbose language, Solas didn't realize it. It was simply the result of too much reading and too little talking. And too little exercise - his legs screamed at him to sit, and so he did, abruptly but not crudely. With that out of the way, he could focus attentively on what Fernando was saying.


    "I see," he remarked idly upon the other leader's status report. He wasn't disinterested, but he wasn't sure what to say. The pup was glad to see another clan that valued intelligence, but he thought that should be obvious, and lacked the political experience to know he should be voicing every genuine compliment that came to mind.


    The idea of an exchange program came as a pleasant surprise. The District's students could certainly benefit from StormClan's knowledge, but... well, he wasn't sure he could say the same for his own group, being able to count their active members on one paw. It would probably be better to voice his concern early on, even if it was a bit embarrassing. "We would be glad to participate, though I'm afraid we may not have as many classes as of late," Solas would explain. Inactivity, and all that. That didn't mean he was going to deny the event, though, and worst-case scenario the principal would just hold some classes himself. Basic classes, given his limited experience, but hopefully enough to entertain the guests.


    Another wolf appeared and the pup was, for a split-second, relieved to see another of his kind. But the adult's reaction was much closer to what he'd expected the others to be like. Solas wasn't hurt by it at all; he, too, would have questioned something he saw to be out of the ordinary. But he did need to answer to it. "Me, a leader." He confirmed vaguely but firmly, as if to shut down any further questioning. Like Fernando, he seized power peacefully but absolutely; his mother had not been missing, but she tended to leave her office less than once per week, and the group had slowly fallen into disrepair. Solas was here to fix that.

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  • GLAD YOU CAME // party planning

    sorry! have my last exam in about an hour, then I can finally catch up on this week's catsite stuff


    panic rooms could be signed up for, then narrated in separate private threads for small groups of characters? I can even run them if you want c:


    I like it puddles! we could even add it to the territory description - something like an In-School Suspension room?


    I'll make the party invitations either tonight or tomorrow, but more likely tonight. (just gotta ace this test first)

  • GLAD YOU CAME // party planning

    ah right, I use "panic room" and "escape room" as the same thing;; no preference for which suggestion/s happen, I honestly like them all.


    edit: going to follow your example with the invites, will edit in the links once they're up!

    - RiverClan dropped us as an ally? but I sent a thread to possibly reconnect with them

    - StormClan invite thread made!

  • i'm no superman }} MEETING 10/8

    //Sorry this is so late - was studying as previously mentioned


    "Indeed," the principal confirmed patiently. The ranks were pretty much the same as the previous, just using more pedantic words; that and the removal of the Scholars, because they didn't have the numbers to support so many positions. He hoped it would catch on, but only time would tell. "And, agreed."


    His gaze moved on to sweep the crowd for any signs of Darkkit, knowing of their inactivity notice. Perhaps in the next round of promotions, then.

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  • i tried to infiltrate }} open, The District leader

    Solas was surprisingly uninformed about such a well-known clan as RiverClan. Other than Shininglight's appearance at the leader gathering, and what little intelligence his predecessors left behind, the place was completely foreign. Still, RiverClan had been listed as an ally when he first took power; whether or not the large clan had forgotten his small group, it couldn't hurt to test the waters. As if nobody's ever made that joke before.


    The wolf pup had spent the greater part of the morning journeying to the pro-clan's peninsula, carrying with him a boxed lunch for the journey back. He stuck out like a sore thumb in climates like this, pure white pelt shining like a beacon in the not-yet-snowy hills and forests that marked the RiverClan border; bad for hunting, but good for making himself easily seen. "I seek an audience with any diplomats of RiverClan," he announced firmly into the wind, setting the lunchbox down behind him. He wished he could've brought gifts instead of just food for himself, but alas The District needed all the supplies it had at the moment.

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  • hhhhhh }} open, upcoming ally event

    At least this time Solas wasn't completely out of breath by the time he reached the StormClan border. Knowing the way in advance really cut down on the travel time, and on the feral bear encounters. Marching his way to the mountainous border, the pup wasted no time in announcing his presence. "Solas again, bearing an invitation for an upcoming event," he barked. There must be plenty of other Halloween events, but just in case someone wanted to go to all of 'em, right?

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  • the edge of glory || MEETING

    Technically, Solas wasn't a member of StormClan, though a dual membership sounded appealing; obviously the group he led would have to come first, but there would surely be few - if any - conflicts of loyalty between them. For now he was just an exchange student here, and he felt sort of obligated to attend the meetings, even if they didn't really pertain to him. "I am glad to hear things are running so smoothly," the pup remarked genuinely, from where he'd been watching in the back.

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  • deepest pride and greater pleasure || CHOOSING GUILDS

    "I will major in War, should my education become long-term," Solas declared. Honestly he would have preferred Health and the Arts by a long shot, but those were not as fundamental to his current duties. He'd have to have a real childhood elsewhere.


    //+ im too lazy to switch subs but Sunny will probably just bugger around and not even pay attention to any classes

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  • hhhhhh }} open, upcoming ally event

    If anything, Solas was happy to be answering questions. "An event in celebration of Halloween. It will include a 'haunted' tour of the school, as well as the customary music and food," he explained. Perhaps he wasn't the master of enticing imagery, but honestly the event was being run by one of the members and he didn't want to make too many promises about someone else's domain of ideas. "It will take place in The District, a smaller school than your own."


    At the last statement, he shook his head, offering a ghost of a smile. "You should never be ashamed of asking questions. Well met, Louis."

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  • some kind of madness }} open, truth or dare

    It wasn't that Solas didn't like talking to others, he just didn't have much time for it anymore. But now that alliance requests were rolling around, he had an excuse to 'study' socialization. One of the other students had talked him into this particular game, to be sure, though they had called it an 'exercise' to convince the principal that it should be a part of his learning. He sighed. "Does anyone wish to play Truth or Dare?" The pup asked, seating himself in one of the second-floor hallways.

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  • just don't lie to me }} solas's bio [ WIP ]

    SOLAS


    PIONEER ✧ PERSEVERE ✧ DISAPPEAR

    OVERVIEW

    NAME solas

    ALLEGIANCE the district

    POSITION principal (leader equivalent)


    GENDER cisgender male

    PRONOUNS he/him/his


    DATE OF BIRTH may 6, 2017

    AGE SCALING real-time


    SPECIAL loosely based on solas from dragon age: inquisition

    APPEARANCE

    SPECIES Canis lupus arctos (arctic wolf)

    FUR COLOR pure white

    EYE COLOR greyish-blue


    STATS low CON, low STR, high DEX, medium AGI

    TRAITS slim, pointed features


    HEALTH fair

    INJURIES none

    DISEASES none

    PHYS DIFFICULTY easy

    MENT DIFFICULTY not so easy


    APPEARANCE here

    PERSONALITY

    PERSONALITY TYPE ENTJ-A (the commander)

    TROPES above good and evil; admiring the abomination; all for nothing; apologetic attacker; do not go gentle; insult backfire; necessary evil; psychic block defense; tranquil fury


    STATS high WIS, high INT, medium CHA

    AT A GLANCE

    wise, tranquil, open-minded

    independent, solitary, pragmatic

    selfish, secretive, needs to be in control


    PERSONALITY here

    RELATIONSHIPS

    BIOLOGICAL LINEAGE redacted

    BIOLOGICAL SIBLINGS redacted

    ADOPTIVE LINEAGE windchimes xx no-one

    ADOPTIVE SIBLINGS none


    APPROVES OF intelligence; open-mindedness; selflessness; optimism; wit

    DISAPPROVES OF willful ignorance; belligerence; haste; violence; crudeness


    ROMANTIC STATUS single

    PREVIOUS PARTNERS none

    ORIENTATION heteroromantic

    SEXUALITY too young

    EXTRAS

    AESTHETICS here


    PLAYLIST

    the strumbellas - spirits

    bioware - i am the one

    muse - dig down

    hamilton - wait for it

    the phantoms - into the darkness

    OOC

    ROLEPLAYER  Flying Cookies

    OTHER THREADS plotting thread tba

  • some kind of madness }} open, truth or dare

    //i got u fam! + low muse thread lmao


    He nodded to each of the arrivals in turn with a small, slightly devious smile. This would be a good opportunity to get to know his staff better, without the usual wall of formalities that seemed to separate them so much nowadays. "Very well, Komaeda, you did arrive first. Truth or dare?"

    INTO THE DARKNESS ➳