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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Natalie was pretty much patrolling, golden visionaries scanning over the landscape as she searched for any of those zombie things mentioned; gross creatures she had only seen a couple times. Due to being rather tired, she was having trouble focusing and had to walk around the desert to get closer to blobs that she believed to have seen. Living in the desert again was tough when she had gotten used to her other home.

    [justify][font=times new roman][size=8][color=black]Risencorpse, too, was patrolling, though he was on a different kind of patrol. The massive cougar was draining an NPC windclan warrior in the Blood Nile watching as the river darkened only slightly. Hmm...he would need some more bodies. Grunting with satisfaction, he would toss aside the corpse and slowly stalk further along the river making sure nothing was trying to cross it and threaten his clan.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]It wasn't long until the tigress came across both Risencorpse and the Blood Nile, causing her to blink her emotional-filled orbs in curiosity. They didn't have this back when she lived here, so it might take a while for her to adjust to the whole idea of filling a river with blood. Pleasant. Walking over on large paws, Nat parted her jaws to speak slowly. "Hey, Risencorpse- um, I'm Natalie." She wasn't sure if she should just call him Risen or not, so she went with his full name so she wouldn't be considered disrespectful.