Posts by zenith m.s.

Walking in beside her father, the aspiring artist nodded to the... Riftian? "I'll be sure to sign up," she promised, thinking it'd be fun to interact with their allies more.

She grabbed one of the blankets, curling it around her body happily -- she liked fluffy things, and pink fluffy blankets? Perfection. She would probably steal this and add it to her collection of assorted fluffy things in her room. At the game, though, she was just as unamused as Yuri, but she at least was a bit more good-natured about it.

"Alright, my guess is the set of all natural numbers. Now, can we play the real game?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Welcome! I'm Zenith, daughter of this guy over here," she spoke, trying to be friendly.

>> my muse no

track -- it looks like weddingveil hasn't posted in a while and is on break, so zen could take the sr?

The red-furred Savannah walked over, sticking close to Yuri at the presence of an outsider -- she wasn't familiar with the Empire, but they seemed... odd, to her. Flicking her short tail, the winged girl considered signing up, but... she was quite terrible at fighting. "What are the rules for the spar?" she asked, wanting to be clear on that before she committed herself. If they were doing light sparring, she'd probably be fine and use it as a learning opportunity. But, otherwise, she really didn't want to fight anyone there, since the Empire probably invited all their allies, including the Sanguine Ruins and other violent places.

The ginger Savannah remembered the briefing before she left -- that the former ambassador to the Sanguine Ruins left and they lacked a proper communication line to the desert-dwelling group. She doubted the Ruiners were aware of their name change or such things, but she supposed she would get to that during her visit. If they hadn't changed their minds about being civil with her home, naturally.

Tail flicking behind her, she looked up at the... stone wall with corpses. Charming, she thought with a slight grimace, her mind flashing back to her more gothic and emo teenage phase. A month ago, she would've delighted at this. But now, she was more embarrassed at her former self and concerned about the germs than anything else. Still, she had a job to do, a job which certainly involved more than just gawking at the Ruiners' territory.

Clearing her throat, she called out, "Hello? I'm Zenith, ambassador from the Prismatic Plains -- we changed our name from ColouredClan. I'm here to learn about what you guys are up to and update you on my home." Her voice sounded strong, if a little bit... softer, than she meant. It was hard to feel loud in this massive desert, especially with dead bodies staring at her.

great ! went ahead and did the thread !!

o, ambassador / aware of our limitations

She didn't complete last week's task -- or maybe she didn't receive one, she hardly remembered which applied now -- the ginger Savannah nevertheless trotted over. Grinning at Frightfur, she meowed, "Give me one, just nothing warfare related." Being ambassador to the Sanguine Ruins already showed her more dead bodies than she ever wanted to see, really.

The announcements seemed typical, but she scoffed mentally by the idea of the Black Isles moving in for a merge. She heard nothing about the group, not good nor bad news, which meant they probably contributed very little to the complex world they lived in. She thought it silly that such a group would move in -- but she was happy that their leader wouldn't be co-leaders alongside Arcadefire. A leader that allowed their group to stagnate, die, and then merge with another to effectively wipe them off the history books was not suitable for leading her proud home.

But the other announcements bothered her little, as they seemed self-evident. At her father's words, however, the savannah glanced over to the domestic feline with a worried flick of her ears. His words rang true, but he always came across as so crass. He and Frightfur were the most qualified for reaching the Radiant Lieutenant and Commander ranks, but they needed to be promoted to achieve them. Zen worried that, to get back to his former pedestal, he'd need more of a diplomatic touch rather than scathing truth. Nobody liked to hear the truth,.

Suppressing a sigh, the ginger girl's gaze returned back to her paws as she pondered this. And, of course, the root problem of her doubts. Perhaps she was just scared of Yuri's unapologetic acceptance of his true self. While she still struggled to figure out who she wanted to be, he seemed utterly confident in whatever he currently was -- a position she wanted to be in.

Everyone seemed mostly unphased by the corpses -- but that surprised her very little, considering the fact the bodies sat up there to begin with. Still, she found their lack of care a bit unsettling. The Sanguine Ruins and Prismatic Plains considered themselves anti-clan, but it was fairly obvious that each group held different interpretations of what that alignment meant. Perhaps these guys simply refused to outgrow their emo phase, as opposed to her getting out of that mindset quite quickly.

At any rate, she knew she had questions to answer and these people to talk to, regardless of the sight unease that spun in her body. "Well, our new leader Arcadefire, is doing alright and we have... four deputies now, so the hierarchy is pretty full. We've also had a few joiners, so we're doing well -- and certainly not dead," she answered, cutting an amused glance to Barbara at her last phrase. If the Queen implied she considered her home weak allies, then Zenith wanted to disavow her of that incorrect assumption. At the Queen's question, she dipped her head slightly before answering her directly, "I'm sure my home would love to do events with you. I've heard that you've struck up a Gladiator event -- we don't do many captures in my home, but I could pass along the news of that for you. Events that are popular in my home usually have something to do with art, teamwork, or a combination of both -- like our color run or monthly hunt. I think a game of paintball would be fun for both groups." Considering how warlike this Clan was, she hoped paintball would be good.

Glancing over to the third person to greet her, she chuckled slightly. "Definitely. Our members are still divided on whether they approve of the name change," she told him, tail flicking behind her to show what she thought on the matter. Names, after all, were quite useless -- the meaning, though, was more important. And she had to agree with her father: nobody wanted to be called a Plainer, how ordinary.

Breaking formality at the appearance of her brother, she grinned widely at his appearance. A purr rose out of her throat as she playfully batted at his raised forepaw. "And I didn't know you had a dual-alliance! Being an ambassador is pretty fun, but it's a lot of traveling and diplomacy, so... not exactly a job everyone signs up for. How're you liking the Sanguine Ruins?" she asked him, assuming he probably liked the group more than she did, with her dubious first impressions.

Hm, scary stories? She liked them quite a lot, though she usually read them from books. This 'campfire' style, though more traditional and old-timey, appealed less to her. Yet, with her father telling the story? She quickly scampered over, sitting down next to Whisp. "The Ripper of Colour Town!" she stated, a lopsided grin on her muzzle. Since she didn't know either of them, she took a wild guess and selected the second option. Though, knowing her father, she half-guessed them to be the same story anyhow.

The Savannah suddenly doubted why she wanted to sign up for this in the first place; contributing to the group didn't have to imply she had to stand up and tell people what tasks to do. But, a commitment was a commitment, and she wanted to honor her word. "Gather around for the weekly tasks!" the red tabby called out, ears perked up in an attentive position.

To help calm her nerves, she held a pusheen to her chest, occasionally petting the top of its head. If Frightfur got to eat gummy bears and give orders from under a blanket, she saw nothing wrong with this.

Ah I'm sorry to see you go, but irl is always most important! Good luck with everything and come back anytime :)

The ginger girl walked over, ears twitching as she heard the announcements. Seemed she was doing well with the weekly tasks, so far, and her brother even earned a promotion! Nodding to Arcadefire in acknowledgement to hand out some training tasks, she'd then look around to see if she could catch sight of Whisp anywhere.

GENERAL:

✧ Zenith Muzikant-Seraphim | Zen

✧ young adult | #12 months physically/mentally | ages on the 1st and 15th of every month

✧ non-binary, female [♀] | thinks pronouns are silly

✧ Sanguine Ruins | first tier

✧ former Colour Command | Radiant Lieutenant [vice-leader], ambassador to the Sanguine Ruins

✧ former The Rift | officer [hp]

✧ bisexual biromantic | single | [1] crushes

✧ platonic relations are easy to make, but adopted familial relations and romantic/sexual ones are difficult.

PHYSICALITY:

✧ F1 SAVANNAH [BIRTH] | HEALTH: 100%

A hybrid between the serval and domestic feline, she stands taller than domestic felines with a leaner build and proportionally smaller tail, though she's not as formidable as a serval. Red spotted tabby pelt, white underbelly. Weighs at 8 kg, height of 54 cm.

— EYES dark blue, difficult to see exact color in dim lighting

— PELT COLOR serval tear-marks, and many other very serval-like markings

— INJURIES n/a

—IDENTIFYING MARKS monarch butterfly wings, smells of the sanguine ruins and cherries, red-orange bandanna tied around her neck

✧ FULL SERVAL [BACKUP] | HEALTH: 100%

Full serval, female in sex.

— EYES dark blue, difficult to see exact color in dim lighting

— PELT COLOR typical serval

— INJURIES n/a

—IDENTIFYING MARKS monarch butterfly wings, smells of the sanguine ruins and cherries

✧ RED TABBY DOMESTIC FELINE [CURRENT] | HEALTH: 100%

Domestic feline, average build. Fluffy fur, red tabby with white spotting coloration. Looks bigger than she is with her fluffy fur.

— EYES bright yellow

— PELT COLOR mackerel red tabby with white on her belly, paws, chest, and half her muzzle

— INJURIES n/a

—IDENTIFYING MARKS monarch butterfly wings, smells of the sanguine ruins and cherries

PERSONALITY:

✧ INTP-T / RAVENCLAW / CANDOR / LAWFUL EVIL

— EXPERIMENTAL | RESEARCHER | HONEST

— EXPLORER | QUICK-THINKER | VENGEFUL

— TRUTH SEEKER | INTROVERTED

COMBAT & INTERACTION:

✧ sometimes antagonizes others | doesn't start fights

✧ merciful | will not kill | will run to prevent capture

✧ can powerplay healing/peaceful actions

✧ medium difficulty | hardly trained in combat

✧ telepathy, super senses, possessions, earth elemental

✧ mention zenith m.s. when needed | attack by tagging

INVENTORY:

✧ small bottle, containing multicolored sand from biome one in colour command's previous territory

✧ small bottle, containing white sand from the sanguine ruin's western territory

✧ small bottle, containing red sand from the sanguine ruin's eastern territory

✧ shimmery black bandanna, signifying the proxycoat rank in colour command -- she keeps this in her room

✧ red-orange bandanna, signifying the radiant lieutenant rank in colour command -- kept in her room

A giant spider on their territory -- the snow leopard could admit that this was a little bit terrifying, but she got over her fear. There were four of them now, outnumbering this giant spider. One of them being the quite battle-seasoned Yuri. She gave this... Abathur a slightly amused look at his implied question, though. What point was there in warning the Exiles they still didn't like them? It would only put the group on guard.

"Well, can you at least tell us how willing the Renegades is to keeping this... neutrality? What does neutrality mean to your Exiles? The Cartel thinks neutrality is just sitting in a corner and handing everybody weapons. BlizzardClan thinks neutrality involves sitting on their floating islands and obliterating anyone that remotely pisses them off. So, please, define what neutrality means to the Exil -- the Renegades," Zenith asked, flicking her ears. So far, it sounded like they had similar ideas about neutrality to BlizzardClan, but she wanted to really know and not just assume.

"In keeping up with other Clans, I've heard that the Thunderlands are at war with the Shadow Veil -- you might want to check that before you visit the two groups and see if you need to favor one side over the other. I'm not caught up on the conflict, but... it is something to note," the girl spoke as she walked over, standing next to Yuri. Her long tail flicked behind her; she only mentioned this because Clans that were allies with two warring enemies usually made her uneasy. Made them seem like piss-poor allies.

Made a second tier? She supposed that was a semi-high position, which was certainly interesting. "Congratulations! Say, how about we plan an event together for both of your homes? I'm the ambassador and you've got a dual-alliance, so... hm, what paintball or some kind of throwing paint at each other game sound fun?" she suggested with a twitch of her whiskers.

Pleased that she had volunteers already -- and her family, no less -- the young Savannah clutched her fat Pusheen closer to her chest as she grinned, contemplating good tasks for each of them. "Yuri, could you hold a history lesson on our enemies? More focused on the wars and the tactics our enemies used to fight us, so that we might learn from it," she asked, supposing the butterfly-winged feline to be the best choice for that kind of job. He had been a member for a very long time and leader for several, so she was sure he knew what sort of tactics to expect his enemies to use against them. Turning to Whisp, she'd over her brother a grin, "Could you hold some sort of arts and crafts event?"

Yuri Muzikant

Whisp M.S.S.P.F.N