MONTHLY MEETING | APRIL 2022

The sun was just tipping over the trees, casting everything in golden light. The meeting area was just as sound as he remembered it from before. Just as quiet. The water being crept out if the ocean. Water trailing out from his form as he stepped onto the place that everyone would gather at for this singular time. He wondered if these were just as uneventful as they normally were. No one ever had the courage to be outrageous or say anything that would rile someone else up. Most of the time he didn't come to these meetings because they were just that, boring. But he was here now regardless and he supposed others would soon be flooding in. After all there was a lot of change in the wind. New leaders, new faces.

Here he sat down and curled his tail against his figure. Eyes of white just watching and waiting to see who would show up. If there would be a scene made. If he had any authority he was sure he would make an interesting scene but he was content on watching.

It had absolutely no interest in politics at all. It had barely any interest in the meeting at all, but had decided to go anyway just to get a taste of the other groups. To see what it would presumably one day have to deal with.

It ambled into the meeting area and at once made itself visible, seating itself closer to the centre than it would have liked, though it noted that itself and a singular stranger were the only ones there and it would be awkward to seat itself too far away.

Still, it didn’t say anything.

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Corrupttimelines could not recall ever attending one of these meetings before. In fact, he could not recall even having heard of them! Perhaps his head was ducked into the shadows for far too long, and the wyvern needed a swift reality check. Thus, he would decide to join those gathering for the monthly meeting. A bit of hesitance was written across his face as he maneuvered through, the large beasts scales coming into contact with a few strangers who had shown. Cringing, he glanced about until he found Ragnar.

Finally, someone familiar.

Shifting closer to the creature, Cory would sit down and sigh with relief. Offering them a brief smile, he glanced forward and awaited the meeting to continue.

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I'VE NEVER FEARED THE DRUMS OF WAR

OLALLA — MALE — PITTIAN — ARDENT — PLOT

Olalla strode in with clean, silky greyscale fur, his long ears and face held high as his brows furrowed into an observant scowl. Admittedly, this was the beasts second meeting he had attended since he had laid foot on Tanglewood's border oh so long ago. He wondered if Aurum was still alive, or if that giant spider had been crushed yet. Olalla cleared his throat harshly, partially to clear his head from that gross spider and to announce his arrival with Vale at his side.

The beast was surprised to see a Wyvern amongst the group, although he now had 3 dragons that called The Pitt their home with Chernabog's return. Chernabog, Bai Shi, and Renyls. Olalla turned his attention to Vale briefly for directions on where to sit, as he hadn't attended a meeting in quite some time. He sat down next to Vale and the Pittians that attended the meeting with a yawn, large canines slipping past dark lips. Out of all the oddball creatures that sat here, he was perhaps the oddest looking. 

#psychosocial.

I WANNA BE NOTICED TOO!

kold — female — Pitt — Newblood — Hard — Bio

While Olalla was one of the more odd looking ones, Kold seemed to fumble into the clearing, straying from the main cluster of pittians who had arrived. She was more of the odd acting ones, with the way her legs would waver before she stepped and the way her head drooped. Though she was not embarrassed, the wolf-rottweiler sat distantly from the others, avoiding the gazes of those in the clearing. She particularly kept her gaze away from the two tanglers that were there.

#psy.

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WE'LL ALWAYS FIND!

To be the first of The Coalition to enter the meeting grounds was a powertrip. Byriath's jaws opened in a great yawn as he entered the clearing, aware (and unaware) of the enemies and neutralities here. He let his glowing eyes look to the rotting wolf-like thing, the wyvern, the canine, the living water, and the two Pittians sitting next to eachother. He barely recognized the bird, but didn't know the other. A low hum left him as he lifted his head high and waved a paw slightly in greeting. "Hello, everyone."

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#psy.

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ five-eyed hyena

The rotting hyena padded in with Olalla and the Pittians, maw agape. Vis serrated teeth—a mutation ve’d copied from Dante—formed a toothy smile far too wide for vis skull. Vale’d attended many of these boring meetings (often stirring the pot for vis own entertainment), but not lately, not while raving in the desert wastelands.

Vale sat down, splaying a rear leg and wiggling vis toe beans in the muck. Ve raised a paw to poke at the serrated edge of a snaggletooth fang. Shame Dante never came to these with ver. “Eh, if you get bored, let me know. I used to start shit at these for fun.”

Vale glanced at Kold and gestured for her to join them. Had Kold been at these? Ve couldn’t remember; Gael and his family had often watched Vale poke the other groups, but never bothered to step in. Idiots, those faeries. No wonder the Pitt’s fearsome reputation crashed during their time.

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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I WANNA BE NOTICED TOO!

kold — female — Pitt — Newblood — Hard — Bio

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Vale motion her toward vem and Olalla. She wanted to blame it on bad vision, but even though her body was basically failing her, she could tell it wasn't an illusion. She hoisted herself up, though her hind legs fumbled and floundered for a moment, but eventually Kold stood and staggered to Olalla and Vale. "Just don't want to make the group look bad." She hushed, sitting beside them. Her breaths were long, but shallow.

#psy.

JORMUNGAND

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the skald was quick to approach, a small grin on his maw. locating the small fiasco between kold and the two ardents and her hesitation of not wanting to make the pitt look bad, he let a chuckle slip past his lips as he approached her. "kold, nobody cares about how our group looks." nodded at vale with a wink, something he normally didn't do, and sat down next to kold, offering a shoulder should she need to prop herself against him.

#psychosocial.

the pup had followed her own clan here and was nervously glancing about. there were so many unknown faces here. slinking over to take her seat out of the way, she would look for someone she knew. currently, it seemed to be just her here. it often felt that way, in her mind. she enjoyed this quiet time to the side watching others. it was almost.. nice.

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