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    Privacy was a regular concern for newcomers, the rusted steel bars offering maximum visibility to those ambling through the wide stone halls. Originally quite skeptical of the haunting prison, the former usurper had grown quite fond of the protective structure with time. Its overall rock walls ensured enemies lacked opportunity to torch the building, even if temporary asylum in another group was required, returning was always possible. Sculpted into the red canyon's side, it was also a great vantage point that prevented armies from approaching unnoticed. It was secure, something Glass prioritized when evaluating potential living locations. She could see why Athena had selected this territory as an ideal spot for the Exiles following the great transfer of worlds. Having spent time in the deserts of the Ruins, the swamps of Valhalla, and the bamboo thickets of the Dynasty, she hoped moving would never become necessary again.


    "I don't believe we've met yet, hello." She'd greet kindly, gentle cerulean orbs peering through the cell. "My name is Glasshouse. Would you like assistance with anything?" The newly promoted Vandal would inquire with a quizzical tilting of her cranium. Had she known just how uncomfortable Sid was with the lack of privacy, she probably would have recommended relocation to the prison's bottom floor. Maximum security inmates were kept on the lowest deck and thus solid metal walls separated members from the average passersby. She had always been afraid of getting locked in such an enclosed space, hence her reasoning for giving up her own room upon moving in with Belial.

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    The fear was already beginning to bubble within, paws hesitantly carrying her closer to the large canine. She desperately wanted to object to the retaliation but knew better than to overstep her bounds. Bravo, traitorous and now seemingly carrying quite the bounty, he was nonetheless her sole surviving relative. Yet what could she do? Interfering with the mission would only degrade her reputation and ensure mistrust between her and the clan. Warning him would also do nothing but make her equally as traitorous, the Veil was larger and informing them of a raid could easily result in casualties to the Exile. So, fighting back the lingering emotions that haunted, Glasshouse would quietly wait for further instruction. She had scolded him earlier for choosing the wrong side.. now there was nothing more she could do. Her loyalties remained with her fellow canyon-dwellers.

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    Once haunted by the persistent taunts of her nightmarish past, the lithe color-point had grow quite fond of her new sleeping regiment. Her insomniac tendencies dissolving in the wake of her adoration for Belial, she now slept comfortably through the vast majority of nights. It was his soothing presence that successfully silenced the terrorizing whispers that regularly metastasized from within. It was comforting, really. For a feline that stressed over everything, even she found few things worth her concern when wrapped up in his embrace. He made her feel cozy and safe, giving her the ultimate sense of security.


    "Bel.." His name was spoken in a gentle whisper, her enunciation still slurred with the lingering drowsiness. The crisp morning air felt clean on her lungs as she inhaled a deep and rejuvenating breath. Smile slowly forming along her thin charcoal-toned lips, her bright cerulean orbs dared to briefly flash their color before disappearing behind closed lids once more. Perhaps it was morning but the blinding sunlight tricking through the barred windows was still deemed unwelcoming to the groggy she-cat. Instead she would scoot closer to the usurper, burying her face in the warmth of his ebony fur. "Good morning, you.." Even now it was clear she was walking the tightrope between reality and dreams, a splotchy purr quietly rumbling her throat. "I--" His question required extra effort, her head affectionately nuzzling against his side to prevent herself from drifting off prior to answering. "Uh-huh." She'd barely manage, sheepish grin still etched along her maw.


    For a moment her breathing would grow deep and controlled, the slow rising and falling of her chest indicating she was once more someplace distant from current consciousness. It wasn't often she was granted the opportunity to spend mornings cuddling with her love, perhaps it was that exact realization that once again pushed her to test waking up once more. Thin translucent claws instinctively kneading in content as she stretched the lethargy from her limbs, the vandal finally found the desire to face the start of day. "Isn't this a pleasant surprise." Voice flowing from her maw like liquid honey, the female would look up at him with endearment. She wanted to ask why they couldn't spend each morning this way, pressed against one another with idle chit-chat, yet unfortunately she already knew the answer.


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    Delicate in both stature and personality, it didn't take much pressure for the female to crumble. As her name easily hinted at, her sensitive emotions often resulted in overwhelming outbursts. She was fragile, it didn't take much opposition to shatter her stability. Already it was becoming increasingly clear that her mission of confrontation with Bravo was minimally planned, her breathing growing shaky as her heart violently raced. The fur beneath her cheeks was beginning to clump from the moisture of her falling tears. She was panicking, her thoughts cloudy with swarming fearful possibilities. He was going to try to kill Bel, wasn't he? What if he tried to kill her?


    "The Veil?" She was growing hysterical at this point, her translucent claws pulling up bits of soil as she nervously kneaded the soil. "They are the monsters! Bel has his reasoning!" She didn't completely understand his hatred regarding the group, he never verbally explained the story where two of their members raped him back when he was a member of the Ruins. Yet she did know that the protective wildcat she'd grown to adore would never risk his clanmate's lives if it wasn't deemed necessary. Besides, she also had issues with the other group. Shadowclan was the reasoning for her permanent banishment from Valhalla, her original home after returning to the land of living.


    "No, nobody is innocent." She'd repeat, orbs narrow as though redirected Bravo's own comment back against him. "Amour was here..." This would momentarily break her reverberating anger, traces of sadness lingering along her features temporarily. Yes, Amour was indeed here. She'd never officially met the woman her dad was so madly in love with, only heard stories of her beauty and grace. "It was Shriven who killed her. Shrivenshade. The one who saved me countless times and promoted me to co-leader in the Exiles." Of course it had been a hard pill to swallow, it was probably the reason her father once again disappeared into the shadows. Regardless, Amour picked the wrong side and it got her murdered. Now Bravo was here making the same dumb mistake.


    The next question would halt her flustered thoughts, her brain struggling to grasp a proper answer. Tail tucked beneath her legs and velvety ears remaining pressed against her skull, a small snort would part her leathery lips. "Because everyone else is dead." She'd manage eventually. Jacky had been dead for years, Risencorpse and Serpentine hadn't been spoken of for generations, Melantha was the only sister remaining and her residency in Blizzardclan ended several months prior to her return. Belial was a good partner, but he wasn't exactly family. Exhaling a sigh of defeat, Glass would gesture to the scar on the male's paw. "That symbol means something, Bravo. You can say you returned to the Veil for whatever reason, but I hope every time you look at that scar you're reminded that you abandoned your real family for the enemy."

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    "Was it you?" The words were tossed from her ebony lips like spat venom, tone a desperate plea laced with aggression. Her feathery tail would swish from left to right in what could easily be classified as a threatening manor had she been a less timid feline. "Softvelvet. Was it you?" She'd reiterate, tears forming in the corner of her cerulean glare. Thin translucent claws would curl into the soil as she shook her head with disbelief, why was she asking a question she already knew the answer to? Perhaps she was just hoping that somehow he'd prove himself innocent, that his near-death beating on the gravedigger was justifiable in some twist of fate. Yet it wasn't, not in her mind.


    "Not safe?" She'd whine, normal voice of honey now cracking with the overbearing emotions. "What, are you going to attack me too?" Perhaps she was being a tad over hysterical but never had she expected the guy to join their single greatest enemy. Had she done something wrong to make him leave? The tears would begin to dribble down her cheeks, a single blue paw raising in a futile attempt to hide the falling droplets. What if he had attacked her darling Belial? All the Veilers wanted him dead, blaming him for this war, did they not consider their own faults? The panic was evident in her glossy orbs, her velvety ears pressing firmly against her skull. She feared the night her love wouldn't return home from battle, now she feared it would be her sole relative causing it. "Why? Why here?"

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    "Welcome, everyone." The blue-point spoke in her typical singsong voice, small grin tugging at the corner of her ebony lips. She was always thankful for new faces, it only further ensured that toppling the Exiles wouldn't come as easily as the larger groups believed. With the plague seemingly vanished and Mingan no longer a concern, perhaps things weren't as bad as she'd previously believed. Softvelvet wasn't in the best shape but at least he was alive, surely that was enough to be grateful for. That being said, she needed to interrogate Bravo a little. She wanted answers regarding that little incident and apparently he was the Veiler responsible. Hearing her name being mentioned for a promotion, however, snapped her from her mental trance. "I-- thank you." Hopefully she didn't let anyone down this time around. Lockdown had been one of her largest skeptics when she'd been leading, yet she still wished he was here now.

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    [omg so cute i'm dying < /3]


    The color-point's kind cerulean stare remained steady on the strange child, listening intently as they spoke. While it wasn't uncommon for wanderers to pop in, some just looking for a night's rest while others bearing gifts, this was the first traveler she'd encountered that was so young. Smooth ebony lips pursed together in contemplation, the dainty feline couldn't help but mentally question where their parents were. Had the proper guardians abandoned them? Triangular velvet ear flickering with discomfort at such thought, she couldn't help but recall he own foolish childhood. Would they too fall victim to a deceptive murderer? She'd been about the same age when she'd been coaxed to the border with flowers and kind words, only to be asphyxiated by her own puddling blood hours later. It would be beyond tragic if this youngster encountered a similar fate...


    "I--" Having been distracted by such looming worries, it was only when she felt the warm presence of the ebony kitten sheltering beneath her that she snapped to reality. "My name is Glasshouse, its nice to meet you, Parishkit." Voice spoken like gently flowing liquid honey, she couldn't help but peer down at those large yellow orbs with a smile stretched from cheek to cheek. Faint rumbling purr forming in her throat, she'd cast glances around the other gathered members. Of course they were scared, they were alone and surrounded by unfamiliar faces all much larger than them. "I suppose they're a little scary, but they wouldn't hurt you." Hopefully. Even Sekh had quite the soft spot for children though, she doubted Par needed to actually worry much here.


    Feathery tail softly curling against her paws as the the kitten gained enough confidence to step away from her hovering form and address the others, Glass pondered how Belial was feeling in this situation. He didn't seem too fond of youngsters under most circumstances, but they were so cute! "Blindlove is also very sweet, but these guys aren't so bad once you get to know them." She'd offer, head tilting to the side as though a canine.


    [sorry for low quality post rip]


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    Compliments, even little ones, weren't something the female was used to hearing and thus a soft hue of pink embarrassment would rise to her cheeks. Normally her name was criticized due to its unusual suffix and overall fragile meaning, it was strange hearing that someone actually enjoyed its sound. "I-- Thank you." Normally this would be around the time she'd hide her face in Bel's ebony fur but, unfortunately the wildcat wasn't here. "I'm sure someone has some alcohol stashed somewhere." Didn't Belial have a secret supply himself? "But would you like some water? I can show you the creek in a bit." She couldn't help but think such cough was linked to the scratchy throat of dehydration. The canyon was mostly dry and dusty, it was no surprise that she was thirsty after such a long descend.

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    The lithe color-point was the next to arrive, gentle cerulean orbs tracing over the hound with keen interest. Despite the previous injuries the rust-toned canine clearly possessed, his seemingly charming personality prevented too much fear from forming. "Welcome." She'd greet, kind smile forming along her leathery black lips. "My name is Glasshouse, welcome to the Exiles, Ruma." It appeared she was still stuck being the smallest member, not that it concerned her much, larger bodies were helpful in battle. With the Veil's overall number advantage, it was important that they carried some sort of superiority over their enemies. Not to mention their truce with the Ruins seemed a little shaky, she could never completely trust her birth clan again.

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    [ / screams omg this is so cute /w\ also lmao i think bel is jealous too ]


    Having remained at the blossoming flower patch for a couple additional minutes, the color-point was just now returning to the comforts and safety of camp. Soft smile etched into her gentle blue features throughout her nonchalant stroll, she couldn't help but allow a small hum to vibrate through her throat. An hour or two away from the drama really seemed to relax her overbearing nerves, her fur no longer ruffled and her movements no longer tense, hopefully a peaceful evening was now waiting for her. Breakout had been an unexpected visitor while she'd been exploring, yet his company had actually been quite pleasant. He was kinder than she'd originally imagined, perhaps someone she could truly befriend. After all, he hadn't judged her for making flower crowns or bullied her for her lackluster capabilities.


    No, Break was actually a pretty good guy. Feathery tail flickering in the tugging breeze, it was the group of gathered members that stole the female's attention. Was something wrong? Her paws would quicken, churning up sand as she rushed to investigate the problem. Yet it was Breakout sitting in the spotlight? "You haven't taken it off yet?" She would inquire, cerulean orbs lighting up with glee. Truthfully she thought he would smash the dang thing the second her back was turned. Yet no, here he was pridefully wearing it through camp. "I guess that means you like the colors?" A soft hue of pink would surface to her cheeks, slight embarrassment hanging from her expressions. She was thankful he liked the accessory, but would he get judged by the other Exilers for her gift? Naive her, she didn't stop to consider that Softvelvet might get a tad jealous.


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    Glass was the next to approach, cerulean orbs locked onto the ebony wildcat with interest. Yes, more discussion and warnings regarding the Veil were certainly necessary. Ivory teeth gritting together, the color-point's velvety blue ears would swivel back with discomfort at the thought of the monsters. Originally she had lacked understanding, perhaps she still somewhat did, yet the aggression they revealed and the wounds they caused.. they surely deserved everything coming to them. Momentarily looking toward Softvelvet, her leathery lips would resist the urge to contort to a frown. Yes, that was the work of their recent traitor. She didn't want to mention her plans of meeting up with the culprit, interrogate and scold him on the matter, thankfully nobody really realized the menace was her cousin and sole family member remaining. Not that she really felt much connection with the guy now, now he was just another fiend from Shadowclan.

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    Glass would be the next to approach the sable child, blue-toned paws churning up sand with each carefree step. While the female didn't quite possess the soft spot for youngsters as most, she did adore their innocent personalities. Lacking most maternal and nurturing aspect in her own childish spirit, she hadn't ever really contemplated the possibility of having her own. She didn't have the capabilities of protecting a child, nor enough understanding to ever feel comfortable with the idea. Still, playing games and painting with other's kits was always amusing. Generally most members in the Exiles who were her age weren't that interested in flower crowns and silly hide and seek. "And what's your name, little one?" She'd ask the ebony feline softly, triangular velvet ear flickering in the soft breeze.

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    "Then welcome." The color-point would respond simply, gentle voice flowing like liquid honey. Dainty paws churning up sand and carrying her lithe frame across the canyon floor, the feline would lower her haunches to a comfortable seated position besides Roman. "My name is Glasshouse, there are no longer any joining requirements to become a member here." The branding ritual didn't go over as anticipated, although using the tactic as an additional test of loyalty still seemed to work quite favorably. Revealing the special symbol scarred into her paw, the female would offer a faint smile. Bearing the mark of the Exiles simply made it more difficult for traitors to hide their betrayal, Bravo was already learning such mistake. Her velvety ears would swivel back at the thought of her cousin abandoning them for their enemy. Surely he was just a coward.

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    [sorry for the wait < /3]


    Furious. Betrayed. How was she supposed to feel given the circumstances? The dangerous concoction of uncertainty and determination dictating her march, the color-point found herself on the Veil border once more. Feathery tail lashing with clear agitation, the normally skittish Exiler stood foolishly bold. "Bravo!" Shouting through the trees without a care of who really answered her beckoning call, the frail feline sniffled at the emotions visible along her features. She was disappointed, perhaps? Being naive enough to belief that someone from her family, even though adopted, might actually care for her. They weren't close, perhaps Bravo didn't even know who she was, yet he'd been the first family she'd seen in years apart from her father. Now, not only did he flea the Exiles but he joined their largest enemy? No, this wasn't real!


    Bravo Amoux


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    "Hello." She would chirp playfully, head cocked to the side as though an interested dog. She didn't really know Blake very well, she was a joiner from a couple weeks back but the two had yet to really interact much. Strolling up to take a seat besides Belial, the color-point would curl her tail lightly around the wildcat's paw in an affectionate welcome. It was only when the savannah mentioned being a Cipher that she began to shift uncomfortably. She knew very little of Bel's life, really only that he was formerly engaged and that he hated Ciphers. Perhaps this was a different circumstance though, hopefully. Regardless, it made her a tad nervous. "I don't remember if I introduced myself to you before, I'm Glasshouse. What made you decide to return to the Exiles?" She'd inquire curiously.

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    Thankfully the color-point had missed most of the ordeal, her fragile emotions probably incapable of handling the gruesome sight. Having just returned from a morning stroll, the metallic scent of blood injected a shot of pure panic throughout her bloodstream. Had the Veil managed to break into the camp? Already beginning to quiver with fear, Glasshouse would hesitantly creep forward. It was then that she noticed the deceased body of Guillotine, a new joiner, and her lifeless pups. Her cerulean orbs would become glossy as she fought back tears, velvety ears pressed firmly against her skull. Already she was beginning to hyperventilate, the draining scarlet liquid making her stomach churn in disgust. She couldn't do it. Closing her eyes to prevent the tears taunting departure to become visible, the feline would struggle to regain her composure. Some days she could handle blood better than others, but today she wasn't expecting it and it certainly hit hard. "W-What happened?" She'd inquire weakly, mostly under her breath as she didn't really want to hear the answer.

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    She didn't like the cold much despite her thick fur and draped scarf, the chill of the season sunk bone deep and forced regular shivers to overtake her frail body. Thankfully the prison held more welcomed heat than her previous den back in Valhalla, not to mention Belial was occasionally there during nights to keep her warm. She didn't get to see him that frequently anymore, his thoughts often wrapped up in distant politics and his presence generally occupying the border rather than her side. Not that she could blame him, he was a busy mind that always had a list of personal chores needing completion. Yet secretly she feared the ebony wildcat was no longer interested in her as he once was.. she tried not to ponder on the possibility.


    "Hey, Blin." The color-point would greet quietly, cerulean gaze raking over the low supply of herbs. Yes, she truly did despise the winter. "I suppose if we get much lower, we could raid a group for an additional supply." She mostly disliked the idea, yet war was still brewing and she didn't want any Exiler to succumb to battle. "Is there anything you need, maybe I can help you look?"

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    The female would shift her weight with uncertainty, her lips pursed together in contemplation. She saw no real issue with the serval visiting the canyon for a bit, perhaps that was the secret to nabbing more members! Still, the choice wasn't exactly hers to make. Cornflower blue orbs flickering toward Maegor as though hopeful he would know the correct answer, the feline would remain silent for several more moments. "I do believe that would be a choice only Belial could decide. I'm sure he will be here soon." Lowering her haunches to the sand, Glasshouse exhaled a sigh of relief. Surely the usurper would be here soon.



    Belial.

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    "I can give you a tour, I suppose." She wasn't the best guide to have when being introduced to a new territory, she'd most likely forget something or ramble about nothing important. That being said, it had been quite some time since she'd ventured to all the canyon corners. Head tilting to the side in a rather canine manor, the delicate color-point would allow a soft smile to dance along her gentle features. This lion could stomp her to death with minimal effort, her nerves were swirling and reminding her of such, yet he seemed genuine and kind. "If you want, that is."

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    Glasshouse would only momentarily shift her attention away from the unusually colored lion, her soft gaze wanting to greet Blin as she acknowledged the blind healer with a soft nudge. The female was often impressed by the others abilities, regularly questioning how she managed to handle the pressure of her position despite being incapable of sight. The ocelot always excelled in making sure her clanmates were in good health, it was truly quite incredible. Adverting her stare back to Ironkiss, the color-point would gently nod her head in welcome. "Welcome. My name is Glasshouse." Hopefully this newcomer decided to stick around, she was still a tad bitter that her cousin betrayed them for the Veil.

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