AND THE WALLS CAME TUMBLIN' DOWN ( open ) IN THE CITY THAT WE LOVE

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    [justify][sup] Paul was tired. Extremely tired.
    The llama had stayed up all last night having tons of fun with his family. They had played capture the stick. They had chatted and chilled. They also had an amazing picnic with veggie trays from yours truly. It was the glory of the 100% llama exclusive family. The Sputators.
    But the bad end of the stick was the fact that Paul was tired. When he had gotten home, it had been late. Then the worse part was, the llama couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned all night long. And then, he had gotten up early. So now, at midday, he was tired. The DarkClanner was lying down in camp, munching on left-over veggies, eyes sunken with lack of sleep.

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    [size=36pt]U N I T Y[/size]
    [size=9pt]eurasian lynx • male • very difficult • darkclan • commander • no kill/capture • request to maim • attack in lightblue[/size]
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    //track for now~
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    The African Wild Dog stared up at the sky and the overhanging clouds, not uttering a single word as she thumped her palely mottled tail against the lawn-like ground of the DarkClan camp. The puppy was theorizing, letting her mind flood with ideas of the past, the present and the future. She was a great thinker and even a genius of sorts, although certainly not the best listener and socializer. She loved to socialize, sure, but it seemed that she tended to drift away and block out all the words (almost as if they entered one ear and then left through the other).


    Anyways, the daughter of the DarkClan leader, Lancelot, not heaved a small sigh as she shook her head to and fro for a little while, trying to get real now and stop with all this daydreaming. She needed to focus and make some friends. The ladylike pup heard the sound of munching and turned her head until her muzzle was facing Paul, a large mammal of sorts. Bluepup let a small smile linger on her maw as she padded over, wondering if he was up for some chatter. "Hello there, sir. What might your name be? I'm Bluepup, daughter of Lancelot."

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    //tracking until I regain my muse


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    [size=9pt]eurasian lynx • male • very difficult • darkclan • commander • no kill/capture • request to maim • attack in lightblue[/size]
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    Joining the group next would be the Commander, Unity. He quite enjoyed talking, to be honest. It had to be one of his favorite hobbies - just conversing with his clanmates, bonding with them and having a good time. As for these two? Bluepup was the daughter of Lancelot, someone he knew and had faith in to lead the clan. He hadn't yet had the chance to become acquainted with all of his children yet, though he was getting there. The guy sure had alot of them, though, he had to admit.




    As for Paul? Well, being his adopted brother, of course he would know him. The two, he believed, certainly needed more time together to converse and whatnot. Well, then again, who couldn't do with a chat? So, willing himself to slow to a stop nearby, he smiled, rumbling, "Hello, Paul, Bluepup."
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    [color=black][font=Georgia][I]Llamas were curious creatures indeed; they seemed out of place and yet were oddly real in a world of very similar creatures. Though different they seemed to prove a unique twist to the world that he supposed could only be perceived as good but he was still a little confused as to the reasons of their existence. Why were llamas there? What purpose did they serve?


    He approached Paul slowly, these thoughts on his mind and he paused to nod his head to those there. "Are you ok sir? I'm Villagepup." giving his sister a small but tender nudge as public affection was foreign to him the son of Lancelot sat, tail thumping the floor mildly.


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    [font=georgia][size=8]Maskedcub did not enjoy the activity of talking, for it was not necessary and therefore deemed useless in the eyes of the young Lieutenant. However, it was often a casual method of creating friendships, and so the lynx padded up to Unity, Paul, Villagepup, and Bluepup quietly. "Greetings."

    [align=center][font=times new roman]Shadowcraft scooted over immediately - Paul fascinated the two-year old ranger. Llamas were so weird in his opinion - like, what the heck was up with their feet! Llamas have weird feet. thought the Labrador in amusement, sitting beside Maskedcub. He let out a brief woof of greeting, "Hey."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8]The only ones whom Magnus was unable to recognize were Bluepup and Villagepup, but it seemed there were so many of Lancelot's new kids running around that the Ranger couldn't keep all of their names straight. Padding towards the group, the tabby would remain emotionless as he nodded in a formal manner and sat.

    [justify] "I'm Paul." The llama said with a nod to those who he didn't know yet. Paul had the same opinion on Lancelot's kids as Magnus, there were way to many African Wild Dogs around to keep names straight. How the heck was he supposed to memorize all of their names when there were so many and they looked so much alike? And how the heck did the leader get so many kids around? That, he didn't want to know.

    [align=center][font=times new roman]"Hi, Paul. How are you?" Shadowcraft kept his brown eyes on the bizarre sheep-dinosaur-rabbit hybrid, utterly fascinated by every aspect of Paul.

    [justify][sup] "I'm absolute fine. But tired." The llama said in a happy voice, then adding the second part in a lower, sad voice. Paul gave a smile, trying to keep his eyelids from falling down.

    [align=center][font=times new roman]"You can take a nap, if you like." woofed the broadly-built canine, eyes glimmering with amusement.

    [justify][sup] "Nah. I don't think I need one. I don't think I could actually sleep until the stars are out." Paul said. With Feary's low muse, the llama shamed the role-player.

    "Paul." Bluepup continued to look at the llama with interest as she whispered out his name to herself, looking to her feet occasionally and then glancing back at him to judge how different their two heights were. "That's quite a nice name, sir." She woofed placidly after a few moments, grinning as the group began to grow. She did enjoy these social time, honestly. I twas a great time to converse with friends and family and to gain trust between clanmates. The social butterfly dipped her head politely to Shadowcraft, Magnus, Maskedcub and Unity before turning to her brother Villagepup, yipping lovingly over towards him whilst trying to give him a playful nudge.