ardent

hey baby here's that border you wanted [fireside]



Tyrian

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
457
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
564
player
Lazuli

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1KTreat 2019
10-15-2021, 05:04 PM


Drinks had been drunk and bears had been fought and slaughtered, and now Tyrian and crew were headed to the place Alarr had been ambushed. Tyrian was good and liquored up at this point. He saw no reason to hold back as he didn't fear retribution. Today was about thumbing Fireside's nose at Armada's so called warning, plain and simple. If it kicked off a tit-for-tat style game for grievances, so be it. He would not be the one to make moves towards peace until amends had been made for Alarr's unjustified attack and when it came to retribution his anger knew no limits. There would be no cap to his retaliation if pressed. Fireside was in it for the long haul. To that end he had gotten good and drunk, and was now quite jolly for today might be his last without war. Why not celebrate?

"Ahhh, I bet that's it," he said, motioning towards a place where the grass was a bit torn up. By now he had informed the group of his intentions. Was it catty? Yeah. Did they deserve it? Yep. "This it, Alarr?"

Strolling over to the place Tyrian nosed around and found it thick with Alarr's scent. Just like his brother said, his path outside the border was clear up until that point. The fight itself got a bit muddy, naturally, but up until then it appeared Alarr and Jynn had been respectful. Not that Tyrian had ever doubted his brother. Out of all of them Alarr was probably the most reasonable and his word was as good as gold. "Alright, lads, ladies, this is really simple. In order to help our poor Armada friends not lose their border again we're going to mark up the rogue land beside it. So," he walked over to the nearest scent marker and began to scratch up the dirt on the neutral side of it, "treat this like its your first time on scent marking duty and you really want to impress your boss."

Somewhere in the mix was a pair of bear heads but those wouldn't come into play until later. Tyrian had to think of a good place for those to go. "We want everyone to know this is where Armada land starts so I hope you drank your fill back home," he hinted with a smirk. "And yeah, I think that's it." Tashi slapped his shoulder. "Oh, and if you didn't get enough to drink there's a wine skin in..." he trailed off, his paw roving between the two bear heads. "...one of their mouths. Help yourself. Drink, piss and be fucking loud; our friends are counting on us."

OOC: First round ends Nov. 1st!

Tyrian has a saber-toothed snow leopard companion named Zahir, a black-footed gray langur named Tashi and a striped skunk companion he insists on calling Righty even though her name is Daisy. Assume all are nearby if not mentioned.