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Post by Buri on Feb 13, 2013 19:53:17 GMT -5
((This'll be for those of us involved in the betrothing between the two prides. Narcis, Arcana, Tamesis, and one or two volunteers (to serve as 'runners') are needed from Blitzkrieg. Frostblade and Demersae are needed from Aquilonia. Whoever would like their cub betrothed to another between the two prides, speak up now or we'll choose at random. RP will start once we have the runners picked. c:))
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Post by Waltergirl on Feb 13, 2013 21:28:43 GMT -5
((I think it'd be interesting to betroth Vesuvius, if possible, I'm willing to throw him in ;o; if there are any females, of course~))
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Post by bladeliger on Feb 14, 2013 3:13:37 GMT -5
I'll throw Azura at this ^^))
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Post by Taboo Stillshadow on Feb 14, 2013 17:59:42 GMT -5
Taitava is open for this. c: ))
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Post by casass on Feb 15, 2013 18:32:13 GMT -5
[[ as is Lezede, though he may not be as thrilled about it IC. ;3; ]]
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Post by Buri on Feb 18, 2013 23:25:28 GMT -5
((I think we're going to limit this to one cub from each litter, and barter from there. Also Taboo, we need to figure out what Aquilonia would want in return for offering up one of its' own.
ALSO ALSO we still need at least one runner, I talked to FJ and she will serve as one of them but it'd be better to have two. SOMEONE PLEASE, VOLUNTEER? FJ AND SILV WILL BE THE RUNNERS. GO AHEAD AND START NOW. LOL))
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Post by [F]inal [J]ump on Feb 19, 2013 4:47:49 GMT -5
No coding yet because if I make some, I'll get invariably lazy. Also if I misinterpret any details, message me and I'll correct them. ♥ Not entirely sure how this is going to go down! Hanged Valentine Donovan 'Valen'
Quite a distance away from home, this was; frigid and cold, lacking the familiar tolerable chill and moisture of the land she was so accustomed to as of late. Perhaps it was just a shock, as much as going from a dry warmth to a humid chill had been; whatever the case, she felt a shiver travel down her spine despite her best efforts to hide it, causing a distinctive rustling sound as feathers rubbed against their brethren.
Of great importance, today was; bridging a gap from pride to pride, or at least offering such. It was a move not done by the insecure or wary, and in that regard it was quite a positive thing to participate in. Both prides would benefit of this, and that was the entirety of her thoughts on the matter.
She herself bore neither opposition to the notion of betrothal, not true... belief, in it, though Narcis' idea on it, or what she assumed it was, was fair enough. To bring purity back to a breed going slowly but surely extinct...
As she in her companion crossed through the border of Aquilonia, she cast a glance over to them, glasses catching the light in so doing. "Ready?"
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Post by Silverfang on Feb 20, 2013 0:15:45 GMT -5
The dark gray female stayed by her partner, wings pressing closer and closer to her body as they entered a land outside of home - in more then just boundaries. The temperature had to be around freezing, and although the down from her shoulders seemed to be doing some good with keeping her body warm, the face beside her didn't seem as cope-able, but neither was she, right? It was a drastic change to what they were used to, but feathers ruffling when Hanged had the shiver.
But would they have to show strength? Perhaps. Perhaps they couldn't look buffeted by the temperatures - to make their lines look strong and healthy, even if the group they were headed to didn't care for genetics. But who knew? Maybe they were. Either way, it was worth the shot. No harm done on either side if rejected, though the Hellion species would likely be in danger of purity...
Trojan shook her head, clearing herself and regained her bearings. When the other fae spoke, she gave a confident nod. "Yeah. Let's go."
/no coding D;<
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Post by Taboo Stillshadow on Feb 20, 2013 1:32:19 GMT -5
hurp, this got messed up.
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Post by [F]inal [J]ump on Feb 20, 2013 18:26:55 GMT -5
Hanged Valentine Donovan 'Valen'
Faded lime eyes peered upward toward the flickers of visible movement and she halted in her tracks, cranium raising. She would bow as he addressed them ceremoniously, giving him due respect though little more than that. "We are messengers from Blitzkrieg, sent to speak with King Frostblade. I am Hanged Valentine Donovan and this is," her skull would turn to her companion to allow them to address themselves, as well as continue their introductions.
Her tail flicked against the snow-laden crust of the earth, and she waited with the faint edge of a smile on her lips; a sign of her fault. Arrogance.
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Post by Silverfang on Feb 21, 2013 23:35:58 GMT -5
A nod was given, and her eyes traveled to where the speaker was. Quite the little display he was giving, wasn't he? A slight twitch of the tail gave herself a look of defiance, but she would maintain a polite posture nonetheless.
When her partner spoke, and pointed to her, she took a simple set forward, and nodded (as respectfully as she could). "Trojan," she paused. "It concerns the continuation of Hellion blood. As you can see, it's dire to the Hellion breed's existence.. And importance." She would wait, her golden eyes not once diverted from the individual above.
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Post by Taboo Stillshadow on Feb 22, 2013 4:17:02 GMT -5
Altair "Frostblade" Frigus
Frost observed the odd pair, from the scent, they were not pure Hellions. Why should they care for the species? But it was not his goal to judge. However though, the reason they stated for entering Frigore, nearly caused him to growl.
"If you two seek mates of pure blood, seek them elsewhere" he spoke curtly, misreading the vague words they gave. His pride would not serve as stud for these vagabonds. "If that is all you have to say, I can escort you from these lands now"
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Post by [F]inal [J]ump on Feb 23, 2013 16:51:58 GMT -5
Hanged Valentine Donovan 'Valen'
Oh the urge to say she could do better than them in terms of mateship was strong, or more specifically 'Good, because I wouldn't want to be mated to ill-mannered little shits', but such a bold claim would be quite... unprofessional, and damaging to what presumably strained ties the prides had. Rather than do such, she remained calm and spoke without any form of insult tangible. "On the contrary, it is not us, and it is not our choosing for whom is picked. That will set between you and our governing entity; what we came to ask is whether you'll hold an audience with Queen Narcis and her trusted few over these matters." Her eyes were sharp, none too kind.
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Post by Silverfang on Feb 23, 2013 20:58:40 GMT -5
Trojan's own snarky remarks within her thoughts seemed to be simultaneously clicked on with her partner, but Hanged's quick reply cut her short of spewing out something that would have likely cost them dearly. The winged female quickly regained her composure and nodded, staring up at the male with her own degree of defiance. Douchebag.
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Post by Taboo Stillshadow on Feb 24, 2013 9:59:42 GMT -5
Altair "Frostblade" Frigus
Queen Narcis, eh? He had not heard of this Narcis before, so there was obviously that seed of suspicion growing inside of him. For a moment Frost observed the two females, trying to gauge the motive of this visit. Finally he sighed, pale vapor emitting from his mouth.
"The cold is setting in and I don't have much time to spare" he began "But before winter fully sets in, I shall meet your queen" Aquilonia was still recovering, and they had recently lost an ally to invaders, maybe something could come of this.
"Where does your pride live? We will meet halfway between our lands for this meeting"
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