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Pockettu: Regan
Why should Corrupter accept them? : Regan enjoys corrupting pockettu. It's one of the few things she takes pleasure in.
Petiton: Corrupter, it is my goal to corrupt and manipulate as many pockettu as possible. I would assist you in anyway I can and I will bring as many to yours and the Mastermind's side, if you will accept me.

Pockettu: Deserat
Why should Corrupter accept them? : A quiet and seemingly babyish pockettu, Deserat's silent exterior hides a monster within. He seeks power with a lustfully obsessive devotion, and once he finds such power, will do anything to stay with it. His being was drawn toward this cursed god more then to anything he's known before, and now he will do any sin to please Corrupter.
Petiton: Deserat settled himself down on a branch near to where the worshipping tents of the god were being set up, ignoring the nervous flitting of his mother, who was flying in a spot somewhere behind him. There were not many here yet, but even those who were had an irritating effect on this feline, and his irritation had always made his mother anxious. He gave a loud and audible hiss of displeasure at the other pockettu, wishing he could move away from them and closer to the crushing power he felt at the back of his neck.

His breath entering and exiting his body in quick growls, low snarls, and angry hisses, Deserat raised his head to glare up toward the top branches of the tree. "You mosssssst vile of beingsssssssss....I come before you now. If you do not fear me, then ssssssshow me your breasssst, that I may have the pleasssssure to teach you ssssssssuch a terror."

His glowing yellow eyes narrowed as he watched the tree tops, though his mouth opened into a devious smirk as he continued, "Your heart will become mine dinner, your blood will be mine dinnersssssss wine. Sssssssssoo come forth, lord....and ssssssshow this sssssssservant your very worsssssst." He purred, his tail twitching back and forth.

Behind him, Satori's ears lowered in terror at her son's provoking words. Surely a god would not give such a young pockettu's words any true meaning. He was only a baby, after all. She glanced around fearfully, hoping no one, not even a god, could hear her son's slurring words from this place. "Oh please...." She prayed silently to no god in particular. "Oh please, no..."

With a slow and soft padding sound, Corrupter approaches Veldri. Instead of answering her in simple words, the God leaned against her. He rubbed his body along her length, much like a cat. After doing so, Corrupter lifted one paw and rubbed the large end against Veldri. A soft chuckle sounded in his throat, then he turned and hopped away. His form vanishing into the full foliage of the Boughs.

Pockettu: Schreiend
Why should Corrupter accept them? : It's because of Corrupter that he is the way he is.
Petiton: He has no other purpose in life since his corruption.


Pockettu: Soltara
Why should Corrupter accept them? : It's because of Corrupter that she is the way she is.
Petiton: She has no other purpose in life since her corruption.

Veldi lu'Lac slithers her way up to her beloved Gods' shrine, her body vibrating with glee. As she reaches the shrine, she lowers herself into a respectable bow of sorts, bruises faintly visible on her body and blistering hand print burn marks on her chest. Even with the wounds from her fight with an ex-follower she was obviously delighted, "My beloved Corrupter! I bring you great news!" She pauses a moment, giving him a chance to listen in, "I have fought one of the fools followers, Scorch, and placed seeds of doubt in his heart." The corrupted purrs in delight, reaching up to hook her fingers on the edge of her mask, eyes glowing with pure joy, "He remembered me from.....before, but now doubts his dearly loved god." She shivers happily and drops her hands to hug herself, tail curled around and twitching, "You have no idea how much joy it gave me to plant those seeds and slowly torment and destroy those so-called gods."

Pockettu: Sionn Ceallach
Why should Corrupter accept them? :He had loved foolishly and now he knows the taint of corruption even if he is not a Corrupted.
Petiton: It had taken him hours to climb the massive tree up to the boughs that held the temple up the Corrupter. His lavender eyes narrowed, teeth gritting and muscles straining as sweat beaded on his brow... Finally the Pockettu pulled himself to the top.. standing on a small platform before the temple. Giving himself time to catch his breath and take in the dizzying sight of the land beyond the tallest tree that he'd ever seen in his whole life. He'd look to the temple, squaring his shoulders he'd move, walking into the mismatched halls... taking in everything before he'd stand before the alter, considering a moment before he'd drop to his knees. His hands, resting on his thighs before balling into fists.... "I want... to serve you..." he'd say simply, his hazy eyes darted about the floor, his heart racing... "I was a fool, blind!" he'd hiss... teeth bared... "I sacrificed myself for love...." A bitter laugh, one tinged just slightly with madness, hate... "Oh, but now I know..." he'd lift one of his hands to his chest, bunching his fingers into the fabric, "my heart no longer loves.... it yearns to possess, to corrupt that which I had once held dear in my ignorance...." His heart was a blacked, foul thing now, all that love twisted inside out and turned into something so dark he had no name for it. "I want to serve the master of Corruption... I want to do the same to others, to make them see the lies of their weak and soft hearts! Especially the one! And who better to follow? Who better would know, than You... how this can all be done? That... is why I wish to follow you... to spread corruption to the core of all Pockettu and crush the dreams of lovers with the truth!"

Pockettu: Carna
Why should Corrupter accept them? : She may not be a corrupted but with her motley appearance she relates to him the most.
Petiton: Carna is not much for words, instead she would merely climb the tree and growl, stabbing her tail into it, baring her snaggle tooth in an almost challenging call for him.