SCREEEEEE, the life of the pigeon he had pinned beneath his soft ebony paws was sapped of its life. A tiny, insignificant gem was flicked from the carcass into one of his many piles. It didn't mean much to him and he gorged himself on the tiny morsel. Public speaking had never been his strong suit, despite his joint leadership with Diamondfang he hardly ever saw her or any others. Something he preferred as he trained quietly as well as assisting his young protege Magdalena. Lips smacking, he didn't bother to clean the blood off his maw as he nosed the remains up to the edge of the platform and watched it drop to the earth below.

Cleanliness of his area was of upmost importance and he looked over the edge where the body had fallen. A small collection of bones was gathering but he couldn't see it from up here, he was dizzyingly high and he looked out to the tornado that had slowly lessened in strength. Monoceros was perfect for their base of operations, he had been able to work in relative peace with there being the significant obstacle of winding pathways to reach him. Taking a seat, he exhaled deeply and wondered what would happen if he jumped off the ledge. All his bones would break, almost beyond repair. But would he die?

Mortality had become a big concern to him with the cropping up of other groups. That is, his mortality, the mortality of others was worthless and they could all go fuck themselves. In fact, he wished to be the participant in their downfall wanting nothing more than to be the cause of their demise. Blood of others on his paws caused him no concern, but he couldn't afford to let himself die. A swipe of his tongue over his muzzle was the extent of his cleaning and he settled into a laying position. The peaks and drops caused by the stalactites and stalagmites always fascinated him. Sometimes it was as though he could feel them growing. With half lidded eyes, he kept vigil over the cavern, feeling deep within his gut the precious virus he had created, bubbling away as the final molecules were pieced together.

@Diamondfang

She'd been searching for days and she couldn't find that damn bear anywhere. No one named Gunther seemed to exist within these caves. Had that stupid leopard played her for a sap? Well... Not exactly a sap since she had got those lovely items out of the trade. As she walked one paw came up and caressed the hilt of her dagger-sword lovingly. Ever since she started wearing her assortment of items around her waste she got into the habit of walking on two paws. She had always had an affinity for walking on two paws but now it had developed into more of a habit. With her long tail it was relatively easy to keep her balance so it proved to be not any trouble of hers. Soon she would go back out and search some more for this bear but if she still came up empty pawed she'd call the whole deal busto.

The tiny queen made her way up the ledges that she liked to sit on, the ones that would warm her coat. The place had changed so much with that dragon awakening and busting a whole in the ceiling. The twister was severely weakened and with that weakened wind it hardly felt like home. If it wasn't for her stash in the wall she might pack up and leave. Take the Fire and Magsie and split. However... She forgot aobut the other member. His scent came and hit her right in the face.

Louie.

The mongoose put on a grin as she sauntered right up the ledges to the fox. "Well, hello there, Louie. She took a seat right next to the fox and peered up at him. "Been thinkin' up any new schemes or heists?" She asked as casually as if she was talking about the weather.

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tagged: Louie
ooc: sorry that took so long x.x
muse: 5/10

"Talking looks like this."
Thinking looks like this...