WELCOME TO SOLARITE. Cats representing the four elements fight to survive and take all they can from the others. Pollution and mysterious events is what keeps everyone down, sometimes it proves to even be fatal. It's 'fend for yourself', everybody against everybody. Who will win? Who's side are you on?
Surveying the mountains with curious blue eyes, Oberyn trotted toward the Draftinite border with a confident stride, pausing just before he reached it to stare around. He'd never been outside Astralite territory before, so this was exciting... hopefully, the Draftinite members were as nice as their territory. "Hello?" the dark grey serval called, raising his voice to be heard above the chatters of nature.
The cougar caught unfamiliar scent floating into his nostrils. He let out a small snarl, getting into his paws. This better not be some druggie loner or something - he was grumpier than usual, one half of his face covered in cobwebs and missing an eye.
Hummels lumbered over, steps heavy. When he caught sight of the tom he realized this was no druggie, atleast, lowering his hostility however his alertness and caution would never falter. He was stern, intimidating - or atleast, to most he was.
Dipping his head in respect to the cougar he assumed was Lord Hummels, the serval spoke calmly: "My name is Oberyn, and I'm the Captain of the Astralites; I'm here to request an alliance between our two groups. True, we're small, but we have much to offer in the ways of healing and battle assistance. I hope you'll consider my offer." When he said healing, he was referring to helping them out by giving them herbs in winter. Some Physicians had set up a farm in the tunnels, which was a great relief when winter rolled around; herbs were quite hard to find in that time.
"Inform me on a few things," he grunted, knitting his brow slightly. "Where do you live? Any other allies I should know about? Etcetera, etcetera, you get the point." Hummels wasn't one to just say yes and accept, no.
"Hm," he said softly, thinking quietly however quickly. "The Pyronites are our closest ally," Hummels thought, "We were meant to be allies from the beginning, for the wind fuels the fire -" "Call us allies, however if backstabbing is to occur we will be quick to backup the fire-lovers." His ending thoughts were spoken aloud, a neutral look on his face as he cleared his throat.
Somewhat satisfied with Hummels's answer, Oberyn responded, "Understood; however, betraying the Pyronites is definitely not something I plan on doing." Then, assuming that their meeting was over, the melanistic serval turned to leave.
Interest sparked in Elisabeth as she heard the word 'healing' though it soon faded when she found they were talking about alliances. It didn't bother her too much, seeing as she trusted her leader to sort out the clan however was the best for them. That included alliances. Blinking mocha visionaries at the stranger, the kodkod priestess trainee would linger nowhere in particular though she would try and stay close to those she knew a little more than this creature.