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[broner]

𝚁𝙸𝙵𝚃
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male|seawing|11|sea border|tags;open
Oy, what a massive pain in the ass. The overseer of Rift's subsection had caught on to his shenanigans not even a week prior, and here he was, sneaking off to who knows where. It was really too bad. He kind of wished he could've taken his girl out with him, but she was a bit too much of a risk. Hell, he had no clue where he was headed anyway. Just getting the hell out of dodge, frankly.
There was no way he was going back to be bossed around. Liberty or death, yeah? But a lone SeaWing outside of his own territory was sure to grab some attention. He knew no NightWing wanted to be assigned the smelly fishing crew that were the SeaWings, and, more specifically, his and a couple other subsections. As a result, they usually took outside business themselves. Anything to get out of there.
A SeaWing out here, alone, was sure to grab some unwanted attention. He hovered by the border, unsure of what he was going to do. If he stepped over, he was officially a refugee. He'd heard of a resistance, sure, but... he had no clue where to start. The whole point of them was to stay hidden and unnoticed by any outsiders. And frankly, he wasn't too keen on the idea of being bossed around by some different guy from a different organization in the same way. He took a breath and dove into the river, pushing himself upstream.

𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝚃
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male|ice/sea/sky|8|upper sky territory|tags; reaper
"Aw, don't get cranky, Reaps," Sleet laughed. "You know I'm jack at hunting, anyway. I can help you, but there's no guarantee for anythin'." He shook out his tired wings, hearing the spikes rattle like chimes. The sun-warmed rocks of the Sky Kingdom felt like bliss on his talons. He wished it didn't. Why couldn't he have just been a normal IceWing? Maybe he'd have a damn choice in his own life.
But then you'd've never met Reaper, his mind whispered. And he supposed that was right.
He glanced toward the Sea Kingdom. Was his vision blurry? Squinting, Sleet caught sight of what could've only been a massive, swirling storm. From this high up, it couldn't have been much of a threat. But it was headed exactly where they would be ending up later that day, assuming they cut over the ocean. "Uhh. Reaps... that ain't lookin' good," Sleet said. They had their work cut out for 'em this time for sure. Too bad they had agreed to let the client wait till the job was done to pay.

[AGGUA!]

REAPER
Male | Ice/Night/Sand | Assassin | Tags: Sleet
xxxxxx"I'm not," he muttered irritably, half-joking. "Y'know what I think? I think you gotta have more faith than that. You survived fine enough without me prior." Did that make him invaluable? No. Reaper wasn't so insecure as to entertain the notion. But they'd both gotten comfortable with the provider-supporter system. He didn't mind nearly as much as he claimed to complain about. If Sleet would let him, he was willing to dote on him. To a reasonable degree.
xxxxxxHe thought maybe he'd caught wind of some sort of prey animal--a deer, more than likely--but said boyfriend interrupted him. Losing focus for a split second, Reaper shifted his larger frame to address the hybrid in annoyance, but paused as he gazed out in the direction Sleet was gesturing to. Frowning darkly, he let out a low growl. Because of-fricking-COURSE the weather had to be difficult. Their line of work was hard enough as it was. Their employer wanted the target dead within the week. They were low on money, meaning it would be difficult to peddle provisions in a black market located in some scavenger den. Sure, they could hunt, wouldn't go hungry, but that still slowed them down, and Reaper hated leaving things unfinished. Sleet included. Even if he had left him alive, in the end. Best decision of his life.
xxxxxxFurrowing his brow, Reaper went silent for a moment, cogs in his head turning. "What would you reckon? Do we take the long way round?" Swimming wasn't exactly his forte. If the storm downed the two of them, that might be a sticky situation.

Muskellunge
Male | MudWing | Miner | Tags: Open
xxxxxxTheir overseer hadn't been kind about letting their subsection sleep in today. Muskie had awoken to the sound of nails on a chalkboard, sirens raising to a shrill cry, letting the whole damn faction know that they had to get their asses up. Opening one blue eye blearily, Muskie glanced around, attempting to locate the rest of his siblings through the haze. All five of his brothers had dogpiled into a single mud pit, while his favorite sister, Bullfrog, yawned against him. Mumbling cusses under his breath, Muskie reluctantly raised his head from the mud, the very action taking each bit of strength. They'd worked overtime yesterday in order to hit their quota, and though today would be easier, his muscles ached.
xxxxxxShaking out his wings, his talons grabbed at the grass, hauling the rest of his bulk out of the swamp and onto squishy land. Mud slid off his warm scales in globs, which felt amazing, but he took care to make sure the rest of his siblings were getting up with him. God, he didn't want to head back down there again. He couldn't stand their overseer, a snappy, stout NightWing named Earthshaker or something. Chasmbreaker? He didn't care enough. He got off on punishing him for dumb crap. Muskellunge couldn't spend his break how he wanted to, apparently. Conversing with some of the other girls? No. Absolutely not allowed. For whatever reason. He's just snappy. Only girl who's ever loved him is his mother.
xxxxxxHe DID need to cool it with the disrespect, though. His brother, Bullhead, was as stupid as they came, but even he had the sense to obey the overseer. Whatever. He didn't care enough. He'd find a way around the system someday. If the rest of his family didn't want to follow in his footsteps, he'd be devastated, but he'd understand such reluctance. You leave and get caught, you die.
xxxxxx"Move out, guys. C'mon. Boss man's gonna have my head if y'all don't get the hell up."

[dragonscales10]

Im gunna withdraw my form, you guys kinda seem like you should make a 1x1 or smth

[AGGUA!]

Im gunna withdraw my form, you guys kinda seem like you should make a 1x1 or smth

alright, that’s fine! We actually don’t really do 1 x 1s with these kinds of plots and we prefer a group of people, we just didn’t wanna wait for a certain number of rpers before getting starting posts going. It’s more difficult to get things off the ground that way.
But you do you!