atlantis we fall — open, new group

[bxhemia]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent; width: 400px; min-height: 100px; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: arial"]he couldn't keep going like this for much longer. for a while now his previously frequent searches had been few and far between, every inch of the mountain range had been desperately scoured to no avail. if his pack was alive, then they weren't here, and if they were truly gone? well, it was time to move on. hyacinth wouldn't want him to go on like this, runestone knew that, but if he had no pack then where would he go? sanctuary seemed nice, but it just didn't feel right, not quite. task force was far too militaristic for his tastes, and he wasn't sure he even wanted to know what the joyous congregation was all about. there was nowhere for him to go, and runestone had never wanted to become a lone wolf.

it'd taken him a few days to get all the details together, weeks to find somewhere even half suitable for what he wanted to do, what he wanted to create. but once everything fell into place, he knew it was the right choice. his father was an alpha, his brother a beta, they'd been kind and fair, it would be an honor to follow in their footsteps, to create somewhere safe from the radiation and away from any groups that might wish them harm. the island he'd found was a few days west of here, far enough away from the mainland that radiation wasn't a threat, but still close enough to reach by boat. it had forests, meadows, beaches, the wildlife thrived and so could they. he'd found a home, his very own atlantis.

the large wolf was standing atop a rocky outcrop that overlooked their makeshift camp, chocolate eyes looking around at all of the survivors that had made this mountain their home. they looked tired, runestone knew that he probably looked the same way, his thick pelt the only thing hiding how bony and malnourished he'd become. but still, the wolf stood tall, ears forward and eyes soft as a few of the npcs turned to stare at him curiously. "hey! grimpaw is right, we can't keep going on like this, because anarchy? it kinda sucks." he hesitated, taking a small breath and relaxing his posture before continuing, there was no going back now. "if- if any of you are interested, there's a small island three days west of here, it's away from the radiation and, well, i'd like to start a group there, somewhere safe for anyone who wishes to join." another pause, chocolate eyes scanning the small crowd of npcs that was paying attention. "the atmosphere is kinda messed up and there are things in the water that you probably don't want to meet, but the island itself is safe, there's food, water and shelter, it's not perfect but it's the best we've got. i'm calling it atlantis, and the door is wide open for anyone who wants to join."

[cecil.]

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( &. ━ ✧ cecil was relatively new to the area; well, new to the wilderness in general, really. he knew little of the hardships they had faced since the destruction of their groups ( clans? ), but from what he had seen of life in their little ' refuge ', he could tell that he did not want to be here for too long. food was scarce and the weather was incredibly harsh, and everything seemed to be dead or in a state of dying. so, yes, it did sort of suck -- it sucked a lot, to be truthful, especially for someone like him. being raised in a place so forcefully dictated, no set government was.. a frightening prospect. of course, he and his peers had always had that fleeting thought of rebellion, but didn't everyone? it wasn't as if he had been planning on doing anything about it, and if he had, they probably would have known beforehand. after all, they could scan your thoughts through twenty feet of lead in the blink of an eye if they had reason to. nothing was your own, but that was just how it was. here, however, cecil had his own space. it wasn't very big, and there were very little necessities around needed to sustain him, but there was no one watching. there was no one keeping an eye on him, no shadowy figures in the corner of his sight to ignore, no mysterious white coats or strange rooms. of course, there were still runeapples, which was.. alarming, but he was pretty sure it was mostly due to the mental connection between him and his peers. they shared the same one, each night, all of them. cecil didn't think that would change simply because they were apart.

hearing someone speak pulls his attention from where it had been settled upon one of his apples, examining the rotting runes as if he thought that by staring, they would decipher themselves before his eyes. slowly, he'd place the fruit back into his floral fanny pack, blinking carefully in the lupine's direction, his third eye flipping open to examine the scene as well. a small island.. well, cecil had never seen an island. he knew large bodies of water were dangerous, obviously -- there were river monsters, and piranhas, and while he certainly enjoyed watching those sorts of aquatic fiends through a reinforced glass wall, he knew better than to get too close. for a moment, cecil didn't quite know what to say. it figures, he thinks, being able to run and run his mouth until the time comes to say something important. his mouth opens, closes again, then snaps back open with a quick,"neat!" neat. that.. was all he had to say? purple hues, all three, blinked absently for a moment,"er -- when are you.. leaving?" he wanted to go. he wanted food, but mostly, he just wanted structure again. to properly express this, he shrugged his pack on and gathered his limbs to stand, ears perking forward and allowing a slow, radiant smile to traverse the length of his maw. an island. atlantis. now, that sounded like something he could get used to. hopefully it was warmer over there, maybe he'd be able to thaw out.

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[nuclear repository;]

  Already, there was a fourth faction in the works. Seija had to wonder just how many of the would-be founders had ever been leaders before; Grimpaw seemed too young (though, she reflected bitterly, that didn't necessarily disqualify him), and she doubted anyone in their right mind would trust Forbiddenknowledge, but Modernwarfare might have had previous experience with leadership. It would explain his militaristic nature, to be sure, though that would leave the question of why he would want to become a leader for a second time. With the exception of the old anti-clans, no one ever came out of leadership hoping to go back to the stress, the fear, the burdens of having an entire group relying on you.

  This person, however- Runestone, if she recalled correctly- was more difficult to get a read on. Judging solely from his appearance, he was probably around a year and a half, maybe two years old. It was possible that he had been a leader before, but his lack of confidence could mean he hadn't; or it could mean that he had been a leader before, but was so scarred by the experience that he didn't feel comfortable doing it again.

  It didn't matter, she supposed. All that mattered was gauging the threat that his group might pose to the rest of society, and from what she could gather from his speech, that threat was relatively low. (The group reminded her somewhat of the Rift, from back in the old region, but she doubted it would turn out to be even remotely similar.) Taking a seat nearby, the mutated canine listened in. After a moment, she asked, "I presume you'll be traveling there by boat- how many boats do you have?"

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[QUIETUS]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]— It seemed that Quietus and Seija were yet again on the same page. A trend had started, and while Quietus did not find it ideal, he stuck through it and shrugged it off like it was nothing (even if he had come to like this mountain top and the people here, slowly but surely.). Animals that Quietus had barely seen were now grappling for positions of power like fish flipping to and fro from the blue waters below, and if it continued further, he probably wouldn't be able to keep track. A running theme, he'd noticed, was safety. Go with that guy, and you'd be safe. Go with that girl, and you'd go somewhere safe. Go with anyone else... well, you're still safe. Safe, safe, safe. This world was fogged with radiation and mutated monsters running amok. How safe could it be? Doubts caused his ears to twitch and his jaw to work in thought, and he nodded along to what Seija had to say, contemplative. The wolf that he didn't know the name of (wouldn't it have been better to introduce himself first?) was offering all of these things and more, specifics to prompt anyone weary into joining him in his journeys to this "island", and Quietus could not help but compare him to Grimpaw, another unsure young brute who could barely command authority. It showed in their mannerisms, their speeches, but they were better than religious and militaristic groups, he supposed, if you left out the immaturity. He couldn't imagine either of them as leaders. Hell, he couldn't imagine any one of the candidates as leader of anything. They all had cons that outweighed the pros, and none offered convincing arguments, but perhaps that was because he knew none of them enough to trust them with his life and his loyalty. The five year old canine took his seat next to Seija, waiting for her question to be answered with the utmost patience. He'd like to see more of this nameless wolf to form a more solid opinion.