{{Been super busy with schoolwork these last few days. Down to the final stretch of heaps of homework, haha.}}
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~Damien Montgomery~
~Male~
~Leader~
~The Lost~
~Qilin~
~Tagged: Everyone~
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"This is the road to ruin
And we're starting at the end
Let's be alone together
We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your
lungs, lungs, lungs
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Solemnly, Damien nodded to Zaila before walking out the door. Standing in the light, Damien let out a heavy sigh. Naturally, he was a very gentle person, but he often had no choice but to lead fearlessly. Who would respect his authority otherwise? After all, Damien had something rather...electric about him. It made for a good leader, but that didn't he enjoyed it. Glancing back and forth across the camp, he wondered what sort of shape their enemy clan was in. Given the silence across the border, neither side knew much about conditions in the other. This served as both an advantage and yet a disadvantage at the same time. It seemed that there was no good way to convey any type of civility to the other side like he wished there were. With another sigh, Damien began walking toward his office. He knew action would have to be taken, and ultimately, conflict was impenitent, despite his desire to avoid it. It seemed a quiet hush had befallen the camp, and it was then that Damien made his decision. He would give an ultimatum delivered personally. He knew not if an immediate fight was unavoidable, but he would be prepared.
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~Rosalie (Rose) LaRoux~
~Female~
~Member~
~The Broken~
~Thestral~
~Tagged: n/a~
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"These battle scars don't
look like they're fading
Don't look like they're
ever going away
They ain't never gonna change
These battle...
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Scoffing, Rose rolled her eyes. "As if I didn't hear you. For a decent hunter you sure are loud." Her tone of voice held mockery and sarcasm, as always. At the sight of the small cat emerging from the underbrush, she rolled her eyes once more, "Have to keep your precious pet close, I'm sure." Shaking out her body, Rose's wings extended in a stretching motion. Most would be at least the slightest bit scared at the menacing sight of an angry Thestral. Bent Rose's motions weren't threatening, if anything she did so mindlessly. Alex's cold stare was met with one of Rose's, equally if not more intimidating, "Good question. I could ask you the same thing." Answering simply, she said in a flat tone, "I'm here because I wanted to be. All of the others in camp bore me."
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~Scarlett Marie Day~
~Female~
~Member~
~The Broken~
~Gryphon~
~Tagged: n/a~
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"Don't cry to me
If you loved me,
You would be here with me
You want me,
Come find me
Make up your mind"
回The thing about the silence in the forest is that it never lasted long. If you just sat and listened, there would always be some resounding sound. Whether a howl, or the snapping of a branch, there was always something. Such was the fact that unnerved Scarlett about this home of hers. No matter what she was doing, she could never forget the creatures lying wait in the forest. Now, this didn't make her fearful, she was a gryphon after all, and even if it did, she would sooner die than admit that she was afraid. Also, she knew that the Broken didn't have it as worse off. their land held some of the lesser wild beasts, and for that she was both grateful and quite smug. Being a noble creature of pride and vanity herself, she tended not to look to the little things,. but rather the big picture instead. What she saw was a war, raging every second of every day whether her clan mates knew it or not. Whatever advantage they could get, no matter if it be more suitable terrain of simply more members, she would take it. Of course, she would be the one to think this way. In all honesty, Scarlett was a war-driven mind hiding in a casing of feathers and a enormous ego. Even she herself didn't quite recognize this. But no matter, none of that was though of as Scarlett sat in her house, running fingers through her long, luxurious hair that she prized so highly. The woman could be covered in the blood of her enemies and still find time to straighten her hair. Such vain things were a defining feature, but it's not all bad. She did look good most of the time. However, when it came to battle, her gloves came off. Scarlett was a dangerous opponent with her lithe muscles and impeccable speed and she knew it. In fact, she had never faced off against The Broken's leader, so she did not know for sure, but she would've been willing to bet that she could hold her own. With a sigh, Scarlett stood, and exited her house with long strides, moving out into the daylight.
