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IT'S LIKE THE UNIVERSE HAS MOVED FOR US

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IT'S LIKE THE UNIVERSE HAS MOVED FOR US

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Cake tiramisu jujubes halvah tart. Tootsie roll liquorice apple pie candy canes chocolate cake. Pudding cake jujubes gummi bears topping. Jujubes lollipop ice cream candy canes chocolate bar pie candy dragée. Sweet roll pie powder lollipop. Lemon drops chocolate tiramisu dessert wafer. Topping donut brownie fruitcake icing chocolate gingerbread. Wafer wafer apple pie sweet tiramisu candy chupa chups croissant. Apple pie gummi bears macaroon chupa chups apple pie jelly beans donut. Jelly gingerbread sugar plum. Oat cake biscuit gingerbread tootsie roll sweet dragée. Carrot cake halvah halvah toffee jelly beans sesame snaps. Cookie sugar plum jelly chocolate cake lollipop bonbon.

・°☆.。 Belial, who had been skirting the area and had noticed that some of his clanmates were drifting towards an open flame like moths, would be one of the first to arrive, a delicate smile set on soft features as he moved to warm his paws around the fire, rubbing them together in front of it as his teeth chattered. He, for one, was eager to participate in this bonfire - it seemed like a good opportunity to enjoy some stress-free down time with his clanmates. The hellhound would start engaging in lively conversation with the NPCs already gathered with him, laughing aloud with them and exchanging kind jokes.

However, his effulgent expression would fade as he turned his head to look at the host, to be replaced by an almost doleful, wondering look. Radio looked rather secluded, he thought, feeling his stomach twist. The male had always seemed to be the quiet type, but now Bel couldn't help but question whether he liked to stay in the background or whether he was lonely that way. The commander would bite his lip as he weighed up whether he should approach the other. "Excuse me," he said apologetically to the group he'd been chatting with, dipping his head as he got to his paws at last and started making his way over to Radio, proffering a shy smile. "Are you alright? You can come sit by the fire with us, if you like," he offered, his tail starting to wag back and forth in a friendly manner.

・°☆.。 I'll take a task, but it better not suck.

Oh...the hellhound awkwardly shifted his weight from one side to the other, trying to puzzle out a fun task for his young clanmate. "Iasion, would you please host a game? Like spin the bottle?" he spoke up hopefully - games were always fun, right? They got the whole group involved, too.

The next to arrive was Eisuke, and by now it seemed like Bel just blushed on cue whenever the lupurca was around; his lips twisted in mortification as he felt heat rush up his face when their gazes met. There was a gleam of something in the other's eyes that made him feel warm and invigorated, maybe even igniting a spark of confidence that lead him to offer up a slightly less pacifist task. "Eisuke...w - would you like to send a "gift" basket to an enemy group?" he asked, embarrassed as he stuttered and stumbled over his words a bit - he meant something fairly harmless, like a basket full of rodents or something similar, but he left it up in the air for his co-commander to make of it what he would. "And Twisty, decorate the camp...any way you like," he added.

・°☆.。 The young commander felt excitement tugging at his chest as he and his group approached the border separating them from the Thunderlands. He ducked his head to inhale the smell of the enemy group, his nose crinkling at the odd enemy scent, and swept his gaze across the vicinity to check if anyone was around. For now, he couldn't see anyone, so he would turn to face the group and flick one elongated ear. "We're here! L - let's just make sure our markers are all where they should be, please," he instructed, his voice wobbling. He fully intended for this to go peacefully - as Niko had pointed out, picking a fight was something that they wanted to avoid if possible. He was trying his best to seem authoritative; he wanted to feel like he was pulling his weight in the group, not leeching off of their generosity, and since they'd put their faith in him as a commander he wanted to be capable of actually doing his duties. Still, it felt, well, unnatural to be telling the others what to do.

・°☆.。 In all honesty, Bel expected Kukiko to shoot him down with a demeaning comment, and his tail slowed its movements as he saw her approaching, silently dreading being put down for the umpteenth time. However, to his shock and awe he saw her inclining her head and heard the words "let's get on with it then," probably the closest thing he'd heard to validation from the ferocious dragoness. He was, for once, glad to have her by his side since she likely knew what she was doing far better than he did and would be able to ascertain that he did his job, but he silently hoped that she wouldn't be quick to stir up unnecessary trouble with the Thunderlands - it was just a patrol, after all, hence he found himself nodding in agreement with Nikostratos' words about not picking a fight if it could be prevented.

He was pleased to see that quite a few people had made their way over - Debiru had turned up to see them safely on their way, and aside from Kukiko and Nikostratos, Nyria, Pyrr and Eisuke had also approached to answer his call. He would smile at each in turn, his gaze lingering shyly on the latter as though waiting patiently for his approval - he perked up even more when he received it in the form of "I'll come as well," his small beam widening and becoming eager. They had a good mixture of people and he was pleasantly surprised by how many had turned up - it was emboldening, and Bel thought to himself that this ought to go smoothly. He felt a ripple of anxious excitement as his gaze panned the group. "A - alright! Thank you everyone, let's get going," he said brightly. He would swish his tail in a gesture to follow him and would start making his way towards the Thunderlands border, hoping to keep his group in tow.

/ LINK

・°☆.。 The scent of blood was what pulled Bel from his day to day comings and goings; although he was growing more comfortable within the confines of the Exiles, he could never get accustomed to the coppery smell that so often wafted through the air, and since he was also Colere's apprentice now, he felt obligated to make sure that the blood wasn't that of a clanmate - that no one had been hurt.

As he approached the scene, the ebony male was visibly uneasy. His shoulders were hunched and the fur lining them was bristled; it only got worse as he saw what the newcomer was doing to the fox's desecrated carcass. Viscera was dripping down Valentino's fur as he donned the body like a scarf he was modeling, the unfortunate creature strewn over his shoulders and oozing blood. The pink-bespectacled male had made him uncomfortable from the start, and Bel wasn't so much surprised as he was disgusted that the other was the sort to play with his prey. Now the hellhound found himself gagging, a sickly fluid building at the base of his throat and threatening to erupt. He held a paw in front of his mouth and swallowed back the bile, before speaking in a tone indicative of his alarm. "O - oh, wow..." he stuttered. He didn't want to see this; no, he didn't want anything to do with it. He averted his gaze earthwards, reviled. "I - I think you're supposed to drain it...first..."

・°☆.。 Bel's eyes widened as someone ended up standing beside him, even more surprised to see that it was the deputy warden. Pyrr looked really pretty, he thought, wearing ornate accessories in his long, silky hair and a well-fitting suit. The teenager tilted his head to look up at the other with something akin to admiration, taking in the details of his appearance. Looking good, he heard the quiet male compliment, and for a moment he didn't register that the male was addressing him; when he did, he felt a visible pink flush spread across his cheeks and a wide smile trespassed on his face. He clasped his own cheeks in his hands bashfully. "O - oh, thank you," he returned. "You look amazing too." Now feeling sufficiently nervous, he would duck his head to take another sip of his drink, when another familiar face turned up.

Belial would be lying if he said he hadn't been anticipating Cole's arrival, but he was taken aback by just how he looked when he turned up - donning a tuxedo, his hair sleek and styled back from his face, baring the extent of his good looks. Hey honey, wanna dance? O - oh...the petite male just stared at the outstretched hand for a moment, before erupting into a bright smile and slipping his own delicate hand into the proffered one. "Yes please, I would love that," he enthused. Bel hadn't had the chance to demonstrate it, but in reality he was quite the enthusiastic little dancer - he was glad to finally have the chance to show it off, just a little. He would allow Cole to guide him into the center of the room before turning to face him, placing one hand on the other's shoulder and the second he kept clasped in the male's grip.

Over Colere's shoulder he caught a glimpse of Eisuke arriving, too, and his honey - brown gaze honed in on the older male, widening as he made eye contact ( he noted, rather sheepishly, that he also looked really good - he didn't need anything fancy to look effortlessly handsome ). He would briefly lift his hand from the shoulder to wave at him, bracelets jingling, and made a mental note to dance with him before the party was over, before his gaze returned to meet Cole's.

・°☆.。 Belial would be drawn to the warm glow of the fireplace, taking in the scene with a soft smile; it looked homely and cosy, with blankets and cushions strewn about and a light emitting onto one of the walls. "W-wow...thank you for this, Pyrr," he offered softly, tugging at the corners of one of the blankets to throw the oversized material over himself and encase it around his body so that only his head protruded, before shuffling backwards to sit closer to the fire. The warm licks heated his back; his tail would start swaying back and forth beneath the blanket with his comfort.

Someone can decide...a movie, he heard the deputy warden stammer in his quiet tone, and the commander's metaphorical brow furrowed. He wasn't really...familiar with anything like that - he'd heard of it before, but he hadn't actually seen a movie before, let alone knew any titles that he could put forward. "Ah, can we watch something...funny?" he asked, at least aware that he was in the mood for something light-hearted and not too intense.

・°☆.。 You have peaked my interest, bella faccia. Belial flicked a bunny-like ear, amber eyes still averted as he ruminated over the foreign words. He wasn't sure if being within this male's spectrum of interest was actually a good place to be, but despite his discomfort this male didn't seem to be intent on hurting him or anything of the sort and once again he scolded himself for those thoughts. He would heave in a shaky breath and lift his bright amber gaze to meet the other's. "I - I'm commander of the societal syndicate," he explained. "We help with things around the community, like events...i - is there any chance you'd like to join us?" He tilted his head, trying to visualize the type of events that Valentino would be likely to propose if he was part of the social branch.

/ half assed mobile post smh

・°☆.。 All the way down the hallway of the second floor a rickety looking cell sat, door coated in what appeared to be ink and mildew. Webbing thickly knit together the bars of the jail's window, layered enough to obscure what lay behind the door. Rumors had been spreading like wildfire that this particular ancient room was haunted by an individual who had once been held captive by the Exilers; details of his death varied, some claiming that he had been vivisected brutally by his captors, others saying that he had died by his own hand to escape the torture - and other, more wild things were left up in the air for the group to dissect and examine and weigh up every grain of truth they could find.

Under the veil of night, Bel had gotten to his paws and slipped out from under the blankets to sneak past a sleeping Colere and make his way down the corridor. He too had heard of this haunting, and his curiosity had won out over his caution. In general, he thought it was best to let the dead rest if there was any actual merit to the rumors flying around, but he told himself that he would just take a look at the cell from the outside. Now, standing in front of the blackened door, he felt a certain grim sense of doom; it really did look haunted, he thought, clearly having been uninhabited for ages. It smelled pretty strange, too. The hellhound would bite his lip and bounce his hind leg anxiously behind him, before propping up himself on tiptoes to try to catch a glimpse through the window, but the layer of cobwebs obscured any possible view - but he wasn't quite curious enough to go into the room.

・°☆.。 Belial would approach at the aggressive call to attention, making a mental note to host his own syndicate's meeting soon, but for now he would trail behind the others, his amber gaze furtively trained on Kukiko. He was still a fish out of water in the warfare syndicate, but he wanted to help in as many aspects as he could, so he was equally determined to learn and keep contributing. The only syndicate he wasn't a part of was medical, but the thought arrived to him that he really ought to sign up for that one too, since he had been appointed as Colere's apprentice and was now partially responsible for healing the group. "I'm here," he offered up softly, ultimately opting to take his seat beside Corrupttimelines as he watched and waited for Kukiko to proceed with her meeting, in taciturn wonder as to what it would entail.

・°☆.。 name - belial
syndicate - medicinal ( bc he needs to go in there oop he's in all 3 now )

・°☆.。 The young commander had been having something of an issue with his train of thought recently.

Presently he could be seen in the middle of the courtyard, lying down on his front with an unfocused, faraway quality in his gaze, appearing to be lost in his own little daydream. A light blush was scattered across his cheeks and a soft smile graced his maw as he turned his wrist this way and that to admire the way his new, intricate bangles glinted in the glaring afternoon sunlight, his stomach swarmed by flitting butterflies as he thought back to the day he'd been given them.

Yes, a week had gone by since Valentine's Day and Bel still couldn't get his mind off of Eisuke and Cole and everything that had happened - the gentle way he'd been treated by them, the feelings that had come bubbling to the surface when he'd been gifted his now beloved promise ring and gold bangles. He often times found himself traveling back in time to relive those moments in the confines of his mind, again and again, remembering how happy he had been that day.

The latter left him confused when he thought about their Valentine's day; Colere had not only gifted him something, he had professed his love - it was such an intense word, something Bel had never been told before; that he was loved. He found himself ruminating over it a lot. The fear that he was tainted dissipated when he was with Cole; the coyote made him feel worthy. They had told stories together, shared sweets and hugged each other as if holding on for dear life; just like lovers.

The former, the lupurca who had given him his new set of bracelets, was someone he admired, someone who taught him about the world and how to survive in it, patiently and kindly; his stomach turned itself into knots whenever he was around the other male, but the good kind, a dizzying but enthralling brand of anxiety that felt almost addictive. He had never had a crush before, but he was starting to garner a sense that this was what it felt like to have one, and it was simultaneously frightening and the most elating thing he'd ever experienced.

The commander sighed and flipped over onto his back, honey colored eyes aimed towards the heavens but still unfocused and dreamy. "What am I going to do?" he whispered to himself.

・°☆.。 I hope you like it, the hellhound heard Viper say and he levered a tentative spoonful of the dish into his mouth to give it a try. The flavor instantly hit him full force; he could plainly taste the alcohol he'd scented within the broth, and the meat was tender; this was worlds away from the soup he usually got from the cafeteria. Take as much as you would like, there is plenty, Viper added, but he felt a ripple of guilt; had he really done enough to earn this meal? But no, he determinedly pushed that aside - he'd been trying his best and giving all of himself to the group, and he needed this to keep his strength up. It was okay for him to share this meal with his clanmates.

With his inhibitions quashed, Bel would take another spoonful, then another, savoring the full flavor of the coq au vin even as he blushed with embarrassment at eating so enthusiastically in front of his group. "This is amazing, Viper," he said in all sincerity. "You really worked hard...thank you..." He was taciturnly glad that he'd given the other male this task, because it had turned out wonderfully, and no one would be going hungry that night, himself included. "I wanted to ask though...what exactly are macarons?" Bel added, his head tilting at a curious angle.

・°☆.。 He's gone now. Ghoulian has left.

Belial had been seated in the cafeteria, blithely exchanging conversation with a small group of clanmates when the words reached his ears and the animated look on his face immediately faded, his voice stuttering to a halt too. Guilt flooded the hellhound in a torrent as the words sunk in, delivered without emotion or distress, just full of nothing. The husky, his friend, looked so...despondent, like all the livelihood had been sapped from him, and it took Bel aback. Ghoulian was really gone? He had left the group and Debiru behind...voluntarily? He was sure his shock was palpable as he stared over at the male with wide caramel eyes, trying to gauge any sort of reaction, but there was just...nothing. Deb looked as though he'd been shattered into a thousand pieces and was too exhausted to put himself back together now.

When Kukiko had called them all together, he'd thought it would have been for the best for Ghoulian to leave, had agreed with her that the former surgeon was a liability and a danger to the group. After all, he only knew the other as the man who had attacked the group in a frenzy once and unabashedly went against their leader, but he'd known that Debiru had seen something else in Ghoulian that he himself had never got the chance to; something he had latched on to, sonething worth a friendship. Maybe they'd pressured him into running away out of fear for his life with the debate Kukiko had held, and now Deb had lost one of his closest companions.

Bel lowered his gaze, unable to bear seeing him in this cold, empty state and feeling ashamed that he'd had anything to do with this. This wasn't what he'd wanted, Debiru was never supposed to get hurt like this, and now it was out of his hands; all he could do was try to pick up the pieces, even if he got cut on them. "Deb...I'm so sorry..." he said dolefully, blinking his eyes rapidly as though trying to fight back tears ( less because of Ghoulian's disappearance and more on Deb's behalf; the normally sweet and shy male was a shell and it scared Bel ). Would the husky even want to hear this from him, or would it just make it worse? What could he even say or do to make him feel better? He wasn't sure; he just knew he needed to try. "I - I think he'll be safe now." Safer, at least, than he would have been in the Exiles, surrounded by people who hated him, like Kukiko, and people who feared him, like Belial himself.

・°☆.。 traack ♡

・°☆.。 He had to be honest with himself, his time in the Exiles so far hadn't been bad at all, which had been surprising; everything he'd heard about this place had been bad, that they would kill him for daring to veer near their territory, that they would torture him and keep him locked away in a cell, that they would assault him until he couldn't stand on his own anymore.

He'd been preparing for the worst, hoping that their worst wasn't as bad as Aamon, but as it turned out, looks could be deceiving. He hadn't been hazed or harmed; in fact, he'd been treated kindly and garnered plenty of bonds, enough to become commander of the societal syndicate. He could see the good in the group, bright and clear as day now, and he fully intended on staying with them and repaying every drop of generosity.

Despite being more comfortable among them now, he still loathed the idea of torturing or capturing - he even dreaded watching his clanmates partake, so he had been spending a lot of time either holed into his room with Colere, lightly laughing and clinging onto the male's every word, or out skirting the borders in the hopes of making himself useful in a way that didn't mete out harm to others.

Today was one such day that the male was out on a solo patrol, his tail swaying gently from side to side as he skooted along the borders and checked the scent markers, keeping an eye out for anyone by the border as he went, when a voice rang out from across the line and an achingly familiar scent wafted through the air.

Bel? Are you out there?

His eyes widened as he recognized the voice; he'd really thought that they'd mutually decided to part ways for good after their last meeting had gone awry, but it was definitely her, he would know his sister's voice no matter what. Make no mistake, he was angry with her, for abandoning him to such a cruel twist of fate, for blindly following their equally neglectful mother, but he knew deep down that she'd been manipulated as much as he had, and at the end of the day, she was still his sister and he wasn't going to leave her the way she'd left him.

So Belial would approach at the call, albeit warily.

"Rue? What's going on?" he would ask, voice laced with caution and expression cool. "What are you doing here?"

・°☆.。 It was early morning; the sky was tinted a fine golden, the sun squeezing its way into its rightful place in the heavens as painted cloud drifted their way across the canvas. On a gentle day like today, it could always be assumed that Bel would be off on a patrol by himself - soft lips wearing a kind smile, caramel eyes bright and eager and some hopeful innocence lingering in his gaze.

Anyone who saw him could instantly pick out that he wasn't a kindred spirit to the more brutal members of the Exiles and that he didn't ring true to the innate violence associated with the group, but nonetheless he was doing his best to be useful to them, since they had been patient and generous enough to let him stay when he'd had nothing to offer them in return. Now, at least, he could start to repay their kindness by performing his duties.

Border patrols were one of his preferred ways to make himself useful; although he didn't exactly enjoy them, so far he seemed to have been having success with them and he had to build up his confidence a little at a time. This seemed like a good place to start, and he knew he was going down the right path. He would quietly sing under his breath as he walked nearby the Thunderlands, keeping his eyes peeled.

・°☆.。 Belial was surprised to see this duo; he had heard that opposites attracted, but this seemed a bit extreme, for Debiru ( his well mannered, gentle friend who wouldn't hurt a fly ) to be loitering with Valentino ( who enjoyed toying with fox entrails and, if he was honest with himself, made him wildly uncomfortable ). He couldn't help but frown a bit as he drew near; the scent of something strong and smoky wafted through the air and he was shocked yet again to see that Deb was on the end of one of what appeared to be a cigarette, hacking his lungs out as a result.

Bel may have been naive in some respects, due to living a lot of his life locked away, but he wasn't so prude that he didn't know what smoking was, and that it could be dangerous. The hellhound flattened his rabbit-like ears to the base of his skull, taking tentative steps towards the pair. "Deb? Deb, are you okay?" he would ask gently, noting that tears were pricking at the other's eyes from the force of the coughing and the inhalation of the smoke; anxiety laced his tone as he addressed his friend. "Y - you're not hurt, are you? If you don't like smoking, you don't have to do it..." He would aim to gingerly remove the cigarette from the other's paw with the intention of putting it out on the ground beneath him.

Had Valentino given the cigarette to Deb? It seemed awfully manipulative, surely he realized that Debiru was in a fragile state of mind and was susceptible. The commander shifted his paws, glancing at the other male out of the corner of his eye. He looked amused, to Bel's frustration, but he was too afraid to confront him about it, so he remained taciturn, waiting to gauge the husky's response instead.

・°☆.。 It was safe to assume at this stage that where Eisuke went, Bel would follow soon after, and this was no exception. The dark-furred commander had been practicing his elementals in the courtyard when the lupurca arrived and called everyone to attention, suggesting that they have a sparring session, and he would practically jump at the opportunity to put his training to use - and the fact that he had the chance to show off to Eisuke what he'd learned.

He wanted to demonstrate to his teacher that he could do it; it was true that war didn't thrill him the way it did his more violence inclined clanmates, but he had the determination to protect himself and his group. He was an Exiler now, he owed them his full effort, and he owed it to himself to never be a victim again, too. "I -I'd like to spar someone," he spoke up, his gaze panning around for a partner but nonetheless he was too tentative to ask anyone.