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    Well, if there was one thing in the world that Myra was curious about, it was gender. She was physically a girl, but mentally unsure, and starting to border on the idea of having no gender all. How weird, right? The cougar watched the world, tawny brown eyes glowing as she awaited some company.

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    That was when she saw one of the cubs from before. When she had first seen her, she had wanted nothing to do with her, yet now, there was that small part of her that wanted to socialise. Somewhat. "Hey," the tomboy murmured, padding over on four white stubby paws.





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    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]Cougar and wolf, meet giant-fucking-bird. Balaur hopped over, clicking his hooked beak to get their attention. "Yo, fuckers," the bearded vulture croaked. "What're your names?" He was A+ at this friend-making shit.

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    Well, she knew for a fact that that language wasn't appropriate for animals of there ages, but the white wolf pup just twitched slightly, before replying "Um... my name's Morrigan,". Well, seems like this bearded vulture didn't have 'manners' in his verbal dictionary.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Talia wasn't the greatest at making new friends, but she was great at maintaining friendships. She loved her friends and those close to her meant much to the Oracle Trainee. "Balaur," The tortie greeted with a purr, lightly shoving the bird of prey before plopping down beside him. The femme smiled boldly at the tom before turning to the two gigantic creatures before her. Her smile faded as she went silent, rather intimidated by them.[/fancypost]

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    Myra shrugged, nodding to Morrigan, Balaur, and Talia. The latter was the Oracle Trainee, wasn't she? Or at least one of them. The cub turned to Balaur, not really commenting on his language, as the cougar had already met the vulture and honestly had no idea what swearing was. The abandoned femme had never had a mother to teach her, so she was immune to all age boundaries in her opinion. "My name's Myra." She muttered simply, checking behind her to make sure there were no invisible stalker monkeys or something weird like that. Stalkers, always followers, they always seemed to hang out with Myra.


    Besides, the cougar was already gearing up to talk to the only friendly creature there, Talia. She was actually pretty small in comparison to most mountain lions, though getting bigger fast. "Hey, aren't you the Oracle Trainee, or one of them?" Myra had no idea of the high positions here yet, only the Executioner Addy Bellatrix, and of course the leader Church. She blinked her large speckled optics curiously at the tortoiseshell, amberish tail flicking.

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    The new male tiger cub lazily sauntered over to the crowd of animals, one being a large puma, another being a smaller tortoiseshell, then one being a heavily fathered vulture, and finally a white wolf. Hmm, that was an interesting group of animals, and soon a tiger would be added as well to the mix of species. "Hello." Sitka mewed, tilting his furry amber striped head to the side casually. It was great to see friendly faces around the clan, considering he had just been dropped here unprepared, thinking everyone may be ready to murder him.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Talia turned to cougar, blinking her bright green eyes once before responding. "Yeah, I am. Trophylock's my mentor, but other then her it's just me," She replied with a small, hesitant smile. The cougar - Myra - was rather nice. "Nice to meet you, Myra, I'm Talia."[/fancypost]

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    Reyna padded up, wary of the others until she surprised herself by recognizing some of them. Though she was unaware of their names, she'd seen their faces before when her parents had left her to die. It always calmed her to see these others. It reminded her that her parents weren't the only traitors around. She was also slightly depressed though. Everyone else had gotten a sibling to bond with. Reynas parents must have taken one look at her and said "Oh no, we'll keep the others but take her away." Thus her hatred of everyone. "Whats going on?" She asked. If it was interesting, she might stick around and get to know everyone. If not, she was going to drown herself.



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    [justify] The handsome golden tabby strode over quietly. Blinking his blue eyes the ex-commander scanned the cats quickly before taking a seat near them.


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    Oh, great Jupiter, why was everybody staring at her? Myra winced slightly as all eyes were fixated on her. Paranoia, yes, was something that the cougar was inflicted with. "Cool, Talia. I bet Oracle's a good job." Now the question was, what gods did the trainee commune with? Certainly Helios, but were there any others? The puma understood Oracle as an actual prophecy-giver, not a healer in the BHR sense, and so the tawny female's thoughts would seem a bit stupid to anybody who read them.


    "Oh, we're just talking." Myra meowed to Reyna, who had come up while she'd been listening to Talia explain her position. Sitka hadn't specifically asked a question, so the cub simply waved her tail at the tigress and turned to look at the snow leopard in front of her. Lots of big felines around, including her. "Introducing ourselves and stuff, maybe play a game later."


    Then there were two more creatures - both normal cats - who hadn't said anything at all. That was who Myra was interested in, curiously enough. They were the ones who didn't totally freak the gal out. "What're your names?"

    [justify]"Erwin." the ex-commander responded to the cougar with a flick of his tail. Blue eyes averted over to Myra as the golden tabby studied the wildcat for a moment.


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    Reyna shuffled closer to Myra, but still keeping a good tails distance between them. And Reyna had a long tail. "I am Reyna Montez." She muttered. She knew Myra, but everyone else was making her nervous.



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    "Hey, a game would be semi-decent," the pup muttered, sitting down carefully now. She didn't particularly like stranger all that much, but at least she knew the abandoned animals like her - those being Reyna and Myra. Also the tiger cub, who Morrigan had yet to figure out his name.



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    [justify][font=verdana][size=10px]He poked his wing back at Talia, unable to resist showing off a little bit of the massive strength hiding beneath black feathers. "Yo, a game sounds cool as fuck," the vulture cawed agreeably. "Name's Balaur, if you fuckers didn't catch that."