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?
Hummels waited at the border, not planning on waiting long. He had come to talk business - to be more specific, what the Draftinite was to the fire-lovers. Allie? Enemy? Or perhaps even neutral? As long as they weren't enemies he'd be pleased, however the cougar would do his best to strive in making them an ally. After all, the Pyronite's were one of the most powerful...
Post by Wakesfield on Jul 30, 2014 19:50:08 GMT -5
"Hello." It seemed as though the leader herself was first to arrive, delicately making her way over to the much larger cougar. Her dark chocolate eyes seemed lifeless and dead, though she wore a welcoming and warm smile upon her small lips. "May I help you?"
Sunpaw hadn't interacted with the Draftinite much; in fact, the only group she really knew about were the Aquinites, and she thought their leader was a stuck-up ass. Though, this guy seemed pretty calm from her first impression, so the Patrol Officer approached behind Oraclekeeper.
"Ah, Oraclekeeper - pleased to see you again," the cougar rumbled, summoning a charming grin, "I have come to find out where we stand with the Pyronites." Short and simple. Hummels had always found this leader a rather enjoyable being, which he figured was good for the both of them.
His golden eyes flickered over to the other volcano-dwellers that arrived. He dipped his head in unsaid greetings to them before focusing back on Oracle.
Last Edit: Jul 30, 2014 19:55:58 GMT -5 by Gilliam
Post by Wakesfield on Jul 30, 2014 19:59:44 GMT -5
Feeling Sunpaw's presence, the slim oriental turned her head to the side to look at the other fae; though, her glance only lasted a few seconds until Hummel began to speak.
Ah, so he was here on terms of foreign policies-- like that Aquinite leader. At least this man was seemingly more intellectual, more calm. "Well," She began, lowering her rear to the ground. "Where are you standing with the Aquinites?"
A wolf came barreling over. He didn't think about it, he just noticed a big gathering. Well, not really big. Matchbox slowed himself down once he could identify all of the mammals. He nodded to himself. The Doctor moved back a couple of inches and looked at how the two leaders were acting. This other leader seemed to get his way around with looks. Well, we'll see how this goes.
Aquinites. Argh, they were probably allies, weren't they? Hummels didn't want to call his brothers clan an ally and they were related, and so the thought of how anyone could would drift into his mind. Deep down, however, Blahkenmuro wasn't that bad.
The cougar straightened up his posture a bit, "We are neutral. He came to us to brag, not talk about if we were to be allies, enemies, and so on," Hummels muttered, frowning a bit as he recalled the situation. "However, we value you much more."
Post by Wakesfield on Jul 30, 2014 20:21:30 GMT -5
Ah, so it seemed as though Hummel had the same experience with him. And neutral, too? The gears in her brain began to spin, though it all ended with a simple blink of the eye. "Very well. Consider us allies." She was rather amused by his last statement, nodding slightly to acknowledge it. That was even better-- so perhaps she could proceed with the plan she was thinking of.
Indeed, she had caught wind of the name 'Draftinite' a few times before. However, it wasn't until now that Brookenmirror had been in the presence of one of their members, and the first member just so happened to be their leader. How interesting. The wicked appearing silver maine coon would prowl to the other side of Oraclekeeper, a single feline brow lightly hooking in barely detectable bewilderment. Why the hell where they smiling - nobody bad was brought to justice or anything relating to that nature. Nevertheless, she pushed her thoughts aside and focused on the important shards of the conversation. Allies? Alright then, that sounded good. No madder how tiny a clan, as long as they where intuitive and put good ideas on the table, the grizzly domestic cat thought that they where a liable resource.
Draftinites? Weren't these guys the rock ones, or whatever? Something like that. Fire and rock were typically neutral but allies were more helpful than neutrals. Lavakit just sat down, not really having any interest in what was happening.
Draftinites sounded rather unfamiliar to the Russian Blue feline, but these days the clans were paying visits to be considered as allies or enemies. However, neutrals were a little complicated than the obvious two opposite words; you couldn't know whether their purpose on being neutral was good or bad. Yes, for Bluemarble, neutrals meant trouble but she couldn't say the opposite to the allies. Maybe the feline had trust issues, but they never had a trustworthy communication between so Blue couldn't exactly say that it would turn out to be a good partnership. Saying nothing at all as she thought it was Oracle's business to decide, she just stood beside her.
Ah, yes; so he was from the Draftinites. Pleased that she'd guessed his alliance correctly — though, really, it wasn't that big a deal — Sunpaw listened silently to Oraclekeeper and Hummels speak.
An alliance? The Patrol Officer thought that the Draftinite seemed pleasant — loads better than the Aquinite, anyway — so when Oraclekeeper excepted, she gave an approving nod of her head. The fawn tabby Oriental seemed like a smart leader. No wonder she'd been promoted so quickly.