Drift || Invasion Rally

Leon Lite

The boy had hardly settled into the pitt's home, still having learned  the names from the others of what groups were around and a bit of what they meant, but he was bored. If this group was supposedly this great anti-clan that they claim to be, then why have they yet to stir up anything with the other groups? It was almost as if they were kissing the others feet and sucking up to them. Pale grey eyes darkened a bit while he lifted himself up onto his paws and made his way towards the center.

"Its quite boring at the moment, so why don't we cause trouble with the Typhoon?" that was their name, yes? He hummed a bit while a soft smile threaded on the boy's maw. He stood still noting some of the others attention beginning to focus on the newcomer. "Nothing too big, but enough to make our neighbors mad, oui?" he said before sitting himself down. Many others would perhaps have a good strategy what to do, but Leon? He just wanted to have some fun little entertainment, that was not so bad and if this group was rearing for chaos, this was the perfect opportunity to take.


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JORMUNGAND

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ah, the cocky arrogance of a newcomer. just waltzing himself into a place in the pitt and already making plans as if he had no true knowledge of what actually was happening with the pitt. people were still a bit confused about two ardents and now this guy was trying to stir up trouble. the skald rolled his eyes, flicking his tail. he had been sitting in the shadows, by the central plaza, when this fool announced his big plans of taking over.

the pitt had no enemies or allies as of yet, and it for sure was not a paleblood's job to call for war. the male stood up slowly, a languid yawn leaving him before he padded towards leon. "leon, we don't casually 'cause trouble' with packs we are neutral with." the honeyed italian accent, accompanied by a low purr-growl, lay thick in the air. "certainly not under the command of a newblood." why the typhoon of all places? they had no qualms, did they? not as far as the panther knew.

and why risk making the typhoon mad? they didn't need another war, did they? as much as jormungand's blood boiled for war he wasn't foolish enough to start something.

#psychosocial.