I CAN'T FIND YOUR SILVER ' o; what's up? ' LINING

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    Jesus, was she bored. Sauntering along the borders of ScarClan, the prophetess swayed a bit weirdly, like.. You don't away at five in the morning. She was albeit drunk, although it was curious how she got so since she hadn't drunk in who knows how long. Oh yeah, since that time when she honestly lost her marbles. Those were good times. So many things happened since then, huh? She felt like she needed a good old chat with her friends and whatnot, just to help out a little with her activity and muse.

    [align=center][font=georgia]"Hello Miss Reyna." Android called out to her mentor off at a distance. She hadn't seen Reyna in a few days, and it would be rather nice to talk with the Prophet and become good friends with her. Padding over, Android took a seat at a reasonable distance away from Reyna, not to make everything awkward and what not.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; height: 160px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sup]"Hey Reyna, Android." the femme grinned, flicking her tail in friendly greeting as she padded over. She hadn't seen the prophetess in quite a while, so it was nice seeing her again.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#b20028; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; letter-spacing: -5px;][align=center][font=georgia][color=#000000][size=24][i]GRYM HARBRINGER-PRAELIUM[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=#b20028; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -30px][align=center][color=#000000][size=12]female - 2 years - scarclan - vice leader - extreme[/fancypost]
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    "ReyyyyNA!" Grym barked, using the 'make everything cooler' pronunciation that the kids at Golden's school used to use. The hyena didn't actually really know Reyna that well, since she basically hadn't had a chance to get to know her. Hm.


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    [align=center][sup](c) MAYDAY

    [font=georgia][color=black]The little pup dodn't know what was wrong with Reyna, so he just stood and watched her with big hazel optics.

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    "Hey, guys." She chuckled at Grym, though her pronunciation of her name was interesting. "What's up, y'all?"