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sofie had never fed the koi before. when he walked by, there was usually someone else doing it. he almost felt bad for the fish, primarily because they seemed somewhat uncomfortable in that small pond they call home but he could not do much about it ( more like he wouldn't do much about it - he didn't like touching or eating fish and would much rather stay away from them ). vel had been hoping to find some things lying about to decorate the throne room a little, make it more colorful when he happens across teacup feeding the koi. it seems like he was bumping into the girl at every corner, first finding her with a pretty little ribbon and now, here she was, being a sweetheart and feeding the fish today.

sofie decides to watch for a bit, sauntering up to her side and peering into the pond full of koi. they were swimming about, eating up the food teacuptempest had given them, and they seemed . . . rather enthused just by tea's presence. the cambion tilts his head slightly to the side as he observes the multicolored fish, a slight hum in his throat as he comments, "i've never fed them before . . ." he pauses momentarily, then inquires to teacup, "does it feel nice to feed them?"

/ rushed at the end, sorry !

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vel's ears fluttered as an unfamiliar voice filled his ears and he immediately decides upon hearing her words that he despises her. he feels revulsion bubbling in his stomach, the leftovers of the anger he's felt recently when visiting the sanctuary heating up once more as he settles narrowing vermilion eyes on galaxniala. what a heinous woman! absolutely repulsive, disgusting, inhumane- someone like her shouldn't even breathe the same air as him, for fear she'd taint the air with her filthy mouth. "you're disgusting." he spits at the femme, his lips curling up in distaste. he cares not if any other exiler thought him soft - killing children was a line one should never cross, exiler or not. with a harrumph, he returns his attention onto the amalfians once more, irritation still pricking at his heart. "i'm sorry for your loss." he mutters solemnly. the words may not be taken lightly coming from him, an exiler but it was what he felt.

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this was . . . like everyone wasn't it? alright, well, he didn't want to wait any longer as he wanted to be able to rest his paws and take a nap so he could let all of this bad energy roll off of him. he dips his head to teacup and zacharie as well as any other legionite that approaches after he's begun speaking. fluffy tail wrapping about his paws, he spoke, "i talked with the shadow veil's leader, soundcheck, not too long ago about rekindling the strong alliance we had. everything went off without a hitch and we regained our position in the toxic accord, a group of close clans that will back each other up at any cost." that was pleasant news out of the way, now onto what turned out at the sanctuary. his modd seems to turn bitter just by even thinking about michael being there, ruining it all with his impulsiveness. "i also took the liberty of visiting another one of our allies, the sanctuary, simply to check up on how they're doing and to make sure our alliance is still intact. i . . . may have gotten into a bit of an argument with, surprise, surprise, michael murete himself. he is still upset over the fact that myself and zacharie took leadership from him rightfully, and even said we put an bounty over him - hah!" he took a breath, vermilion eyes slipping close as he recomposed himself and let his shoulders roll back. he was obviously stressed, not having faired well with the situation at all. "michael is a liar. do not listen to anything he says." he pauses again, moving on in a much more pleasant tone. "apart form that, the visit to the sanctuary was . . . successful. i believe myself and chicagocrimes, their leader, are planning an event. more details with come of that at a later date once everything's been finalized."

now did he have any other news? hm. "i think it would be nice if we got some activity going about. we have an mass adoption thing going on, and we need ambassadors for our allies very, very badly. do come talk to me or zacharie if you're interested in an ambassadorship." even he had taken up the liberty of being an ambassador for one of these clans and he . . . wasn't quite looking forward to it, if he were to be frank. but what must be done must be done, right?

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"ah, miss always dead, we meet again." now that he knew her name and of which clan she presided over, sofie was as well-mannered as ever. he offers an kind smile to the kit-sized queen, his tail curling faintly as he comes over on graceful legs. he dips his head slightly to her before coming to a complete stop before the woman, leaning back onto his haunches as he delves into the habit of fiddling with the cross charm that laid across his chest. "it is good to see you. the dark dynasty is fairing wonderfully now that we've gotten rid of an incompetent leader." he says, of course ignorant of the fact that always dead was the brother of michael. the clan was growing once more, thank god. he would not let this empire of his rot and turn into nothing but dirt. "how about you, hun?"

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he . . . did not like being told what to do. of course, living in a clan where hierarchy was a thing, you would have to listen to somebody. this was why he would rather be the leader of a group rather than an expendable lackey for the higher ups to toy around with - it disgusted him and it made him feel low and yet he still sought out praise . . . it was just something the angelic boy was used to. sofie looked roman up and down as he approached, giving a soft harrumph as he settles, idly grasping at his cross as he contemplates : does he take a task from roman or does he just walk on? he was leaning heavily to just walking on just to annoy roman ( he doesn't have to take a task if he didn't want to, after all ) but he was also very very bored. boredom wins over almost anything, so the outcome of that was obvious. "fine hun, don't be too hard on lil' ol' me, okay?" he teases sweetly on honeyed lips, his mouth turning up into the faintest of smirks.

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he would have spoken again, would have spoken out of turn because of michael's incessant yelping, but chicagocrimes had beaten him to the punch. she issues a warning glance to michael, to which he secretly finds amusing within his mind. serves you right. he now has complete attention from chica and could carry about his business without being bothered. "chicagocrimes, it's a pleasure, ma'am." she was such a scary beast - his immediate thought had been to get on her good side so he may be spared whatever wrath lies underneath. thank goodness they were allies, otherwise he would be terrified to meet her on the battlefield. now . . . it was time to talk about alliances, great. the was certainly fun, but it was what he came to do anyways. "we've sort of drifted away from our allies . . ." he begins, "i was thinking of putting together an event or two just for our two clans to enjoy together, to celebrate our alliance. and, of course, i'm wondering if things remain the same with the sanctuary? any problems that the dynasty could perhaps help you with?"

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softvelvet yawned quietly as he comes trotting over at belial's call, mostly feeling fatigued, as per usual, and not all that hungry. his symptoms were progressing almost obnoxiously slowly but, thankfully, he hasn't gotten anyone sick yet nor was it very noticeable that he was suffering tiredness from the plague spreading about. any normal person would think it was because he was still adjusting to leadership. sofie settles in nearby, shifting his gaze up to belial as the panther speaks. he listens about the news of the plague, how it seems to be mutating more but belial also having figured out a medicine that would ease the suffering of others. he wasn't . . . suffering per se but if he starting getting worse symptoms, he would surely be one to pick up some of that medicine. he nods as he continues, naming the shadow veil off as enemies.

ah, what the fuck. he had just had the dynasty become allies with them and they were part of the toxic accord. that was fucking lovely. softvelvet pouts at the news but otherwise shows no displeasure. maybe he and belial could talk some after the meeting, as he's never had the chance to speak with glasshouse about the dynasty either. and fantastic news! that wench that killed children was exiled. thank fucking god. he didn't even want to breathe the same air as her, nevertheless grace her with his presence. he smirks in satisfaction, feeling quite safe now that the bitch was going to be out of their hair soon. if the exiles didn't want her, who would?

with promotions and demotions, roman was promoted - fucking dammit - alongside lockdown and himself, most importantly. he smiles, pleased by the new rank he had been given. saboteur, huh? he liked the sound of that, quite frankly . . . maybe he'd be able to get used to it. yptix and blindlove were getting warnings - yeah, he could see why, and hopefully they would be around more within the next week or so. he flashes belial a grin full of pearly white teeth, purring out his gratitude, "thanks hun, i won't let you or the exiles down." he owed the rat-infested group a little just for letting him stay. he would curse whoever let those rats out though, dammit.

and then galaxniala arrived and his mood sours quickly. narrowed vermilion eyes settle upon her as she dare spoke and give excuses. he snorts in disbelief. how could she? "stop with your excuses, you're pitiful." he says with a roll of his eyes as she walks off, disgusted with her and her heinous behavior. he hoped she got what was coming to her, "and don't you dare show your face around the dynasty either, toots." he cares not if this was just a "kid." child-on-child brutality on this level was unacceptable. softvelvet promptly lifts himself from his seat, brushing down his fluffed up fur with a paw before dipping his head courteously to those around and leaving. he had nothing else to say nor to ask.

/ ic opinions !

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why do i have so much muse for vel

the newly promoted saboteur was out and about on a patrol, having the need to stretch out his wings after having walked about all day and yesterday to give them a rest after flying across all of agrelos to talk to a couple of leaders for the dynasty. although a bit sore, the feline-vulpine hybrid still carries on with determination until he reaches their border. ugh . . . all of these visitors from these other clans. at least this one wasn't trying to pick a fight with them because on of their idiotic members murdered some people. he decides he could entertain the guy, eyeing the male up with his wondrous vermilion gaze as he glides down towards the rouge. he lands in time to hear his request. he wanted blindlove?

"uhh . . . who are you? and do you want with her?" he inquires, fictive brows drawing together on his forehead as he draws his feathered wings to his side. who was this guy and what did he want with their moonshiner? if it was for anything weird he wouldn't be afraid to get someone to kick this guy's ass for him. sofie settles down, tail wrapping about dainty paws as prettied features rest expectant and vaguely suspicious. of course, he doesn't know that this guy was from the rouges, otherwise he would be giving smoothoperator a whole different attitude.

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oh, and there it was - the bombshell. he seems moderately puzzled at first when always dead asks him of her brother, but the dots connect rather quickly for softvelvet - a little too quickly. vermilion eyes narrow but not out of hostility, but rather curiosity. this polite woman was brothers with that insufferable, lying shitbag of a hellhound? that was not right, not right at all. he merely frowns at the news, as if disappointed, but continues anyways despite her saying never mind. "he was unfit to lead the dynasty so i and zacharie took over. he's sheltered by the sanctuary now - you can visit him over there if you'd like, miss always." he relays the news without missing a beat, his smile never quite wavering. the other news regarding the ruins was nothing that interesting. it was what he was attempting to do as well, bringing up activity and the like and bring publicity to the dynasty. he had a couple of plans up his sleeve, plans that he hoped his co-leader would be willing to listen to. "i see. i hope all is well then as you regain your glory. the dynasty will be doing the same, creating a new golden era for our members. best of luck, hm?"

"since you've traveled all this way, would you like to stay a while? we have a room in the palace for esteemed guests such as you, hun."

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was softvelvet nice? no, not by any means that were genuine at least. he might flash another person a polite smile, might compliment them about their pretty looks or their strong personality, but none of it was real. smiles were faked just as the love he gave out was, but sometimes he did feel like doing something to make himself feel good. would this, retrieving much needed and rarely found herbs from his territory and bringing them to roman, counted as doing something nice? the newly appointed saboteur wasn't sure, but he already feels the embarrassment of what was likely to come burning into his pale golden marked cheeks. he held the basket gingerly, everything wrapped up in a secure blanket to make sure nothing fell out. sofie had noticed certain herbs grew in certain places about the exiles while others that should be easy to find weren't all that easy to find after all. the dynasty had plenty to grow, their land and territory lush still. there were an mixed amount of herbs in here, packed and neatly preserved so that they could last through this first winter and the plague that has been going around.

he set the basket down beside him, rolling slim shoulders back as he tried to will away the blush that dusted his cheeks. why am i doing this. i can just leave this here and go on - he doesn't have to know it was me. but at the same time he . . . sort of wanted something back. yet, he doesn't want to be thought of as a pushover or something negative like that. whatever, he would just have to get this over with. so he calls out into the infirmary tentatively in that honey sweet voice of his, smiling weakly, "hey roman? i brought some herbs from the dynasty i thought you could use . . ." god, he sounded awkward. it was as if he were a meek school girl asking her crush out on a date, ew. "there's, ah . . . some feverfew, comfrey and thyme to make into tea, o-oh and goldenrod and stinging nettle for that internal bleeding. there's more stuff in here but . . . that's what i think is the most important."

you know what . . . maybe he should just walk away. he was making a complete fool out of himself. so after he explains himself, he begins to turn around to walk to his room.

roman s.

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ever since vel's last visit to a clan, things had turned sour in five seconds flat. it left a bitter taste in his mouth and, for a while, he was convinced that he wouldn't ever go and visit some other clan again if he was going to be treated so horribly. he hadn't done a thing wrong to that michael ( apart from overthrowing him but it was the rightful case of action ) and if he wanted to chew him up and spit him back out, then sofie would let him try. mongrel. he snarls within ill mind as he dips towards amalfi heights' borders, folding gold and soot banded wings to his side as alabaster paws kiss the ground. rolling slim shoulders back, the korin empire king lifts his head and examines his surrounds. ah, right, two people he's met already lived here. he wonders if they'll point out he was also from the exiles. he hopes not, as it would just complicate things for him. "hello? the name's softvelvet hamrik, i'm from the dark dynasty as your ambassador." why did a leader need to perform ambassadorship duties anyway? they wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for him.

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quite a familiar face shows up - it is hard to not remember a friendly old muzzle like that of weneceslas and he finds himself smiling softly as the canine saunters closer to him, a tease playing upon his tongue. his own rosy lips twist upwards, barely a twitch of amusement, but the mirth is twinkling faintly in vermilion oculars. he wishes someone like weneceslas lived in the dark dynasty or the exiles, honestly - it would be a breath of fresh air much welcomed, in all honesty. "oh, i've only heard of it from an wise man. thought it was a marvelous idea!" he returns with small laughter twinkling in the air, fluffy tail curling about his petite form idly. he dips his head slightly towards weneceslas as he goes through with introducing himself once more and he wavers his paw as he goes, "oh, i remember you. kindest man i've ever met, who can forget someone like that?" genuinely kind people were rare to come by nowadays. it sucked that he was being faux with most of those around him save for his home in the exiles. however, the retriever had something interesting to tell him . . .

amalfi and the dynasty weren't allied? he felt like putting a paw to his face and sighing into it. made to be a fool - who was the scribe who was in charge of making sure things were up to date about politics? "well, i wasn't aware we weren't." sofie murmurs thoughtfully with an inclination of his head. "perhaps we could change that then! more allies, the better, hm?" softvelvet was not going to make this trip for naught. "how has amalfi heights been fairing anyways? well, i hope?"

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the saboteur was most definitely present when belial called. he wasn't sure if he would be able to do much physical training but he might as well try. he hadn't been doing much exercise lately purely because he was too tired to do much of anything. running about the clans and checking on alliances were exhausting yet necessary. the golden marked hybrid lets out a hum as he comes to stand before belial, tail wavering to and fro behind his petite frame as he says, "this sounds educational. i'll listen in, belial." sofie says as he leans onto his haunches, vermilion gaze settling upon the usurper with a casual smile playing upon rosy lips.

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the exiles were certainly . . . something. despite having lived in the group for just barely two months, the empyrean prince was not sure if he could form a proper opinion on his home. the saboteur would have thought it would have been a nice fit for someone like him if it weren't for the fact that rats were infesting the place, causing sickness among their numbers and all. the members that lived in the exiles were interesting, to say the least— they often kept him occupied when things were dull and boring in the dark dynasty. he admired their hardiness and their internal strength but one wouldn't ever catch him admitting such things allowed. no, of course not. all that mattered was that he was here to make things better and they would see his worth to them eventually.

all of this aside, however, softvelvet did occasionally find himself missing his with the korin empire. he missed being pampered, missed having people run about at his every beck and call, missed being worshiped but alas, he had to go out into this world and take some group over. now that he was here and that he had accomplished that goal with the dynasty, would he go back? well, that was just the thing, wasn't it? he wasn't sure if he wanted to. the empire was just interested in growing their numbers. it was likely they would simple have the dynasty merge with their empire and he would lose his leadership position. going home was no longer an option for sofie. the thought of being regarded as a traitor one thousand years after by an king merciless and a queen cold as ice made his heart throb painfully, but it was what he wanted, so why did it matter any to them?

lost in his thoughts, busy trying to plan out what more he could do with the dynasty, softvelvet would happen across this stranger on his walk. the winged hybrid, alabaster and golden marked and stunning in his beauty, wasn't quite feeling up to socialization at the moment. however, he was in plain sight and it was likely that this person, whoever they were, had seen him already. blinking wondrous vermilion eyes, the angel brings himself forth with confidence and elegance oozing from each step he took. the softest of smiles played upon rosy lips, fluffy tail wavering to and fro behind his petite frame. "name and your business with the exiles, hun?" comes his honey dripped vocals in the form of an inquiry, coming to stand an respectable distance away from the former colouredclanner with feigned interest twinkling in his eyes. god, let this end soon. he wanted to go rest in his makeshift home in the forest as soon as possible.

/ hello !! welcome<3 i enjoyed reading your post

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And, of course, Sofie was around when Roman was calling the attention of the other Exilers. Whatever he was talking about sounded somewhat important and given his own position within the group, he supposes his own input mattered to some degree, right? Well, he would be disappointed if that weren't the case but he doubts it was any sort of truth. The winged hybrid comes sauntering over in any case, his small cross necklace clinking lightly as it hit his chest. Now Roman was willing to listen to some ideas in an effort to make the Exiles seem more . . . appetizing to people. Well this fucking plague that's going around certainly won't be bringing any new people at any faster rate any time soon. He says in his mind as he comes to sit, curling his tail about himself as he takes on an thoughtful expression.

"Well . . . I'm just gonna say this. That joining initiation - the one where you have to brand your paw - that seems to turn some people away. It even almost made me turn right around and leave and there was another case of that recently too. What was his name? Starscream?" Vel looks at the brand under his own paw, wincing at the mark that was now permanently etched into his skin. "I know that it's important to prove your loyalty to the Exiles but . . . there's surely another alternative for this, huh?" Sofie gives a slight shrug of slim shoulders. It was just an idea, he just hopes no one yells at him for an opinion - wouldn't that be twisted? "If you're just concerned about bolstering out numbers, that's something to consider is all I'm saying, hun."

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