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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup][color=#00003b]private nightpaw's muscles ached with fatigue now as he re entered camp, breathing harsh and laboured, blood slicking his pelt back. in his jaws, a stag, freshly killed and practically kicking; the fight had been long and hard, but it had eventually surrendered, dropping down and buckling to allow him to struggle with it all the way home. the pain, oh the pain had been unbearable, his joints and muscles screaming with agony, his battered frame begging for no more every time he was attacked in defence, but eventually he had beaten the buck down and boy was he glad.


    the maltese tiger trainee dropped the entire deer down, a massive specimen, and sat back, panting hard, eyes rolling. oh, god, he was tired, but he sat up straight and proper, simply trying to regain some breath. a few moments passed, and he found he could breathe again, so the male headed out once more, wanting to resume his previous activities.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#b2b2b2; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; letter-spacing: -5px;][align=center][font=georgia][color=#666666][size=30pt][i]MAGNUS[/fancypost]
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    Magnus, too, was in pain, but not the same sort as Nightpaw. With his previous battle with the demon Gaap, he'd lost an eye and half his face, leaving the wolf terribly disfigured. The flesh on the right side of his skull was still raw and irritated, but the warrior was itching to get out and do something. So the large canine had been merely walking along when he'd spotted Nightpaw. Now, the shadowy beast had seen the corporal around quite a bit, though they'd never really talked. Hopefully he was the alright sort. Padding towards the tiger emotionlessly, the dark-furred behemoth offered a slight nod in greeting. "Hello."


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

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8][color=#00003b]pausing in his trek to pivot and face magnus, private nightpaw found himself in a bit of a pickle, as he had not intended on meeting anyone. yet he had seen this wolf around, and memories of a conversation with arcticflame- you look like a larger version of magnus!- floated into his mind as he lay sapphire eyes on the battered yet intriguing canine. "hello... magnus, right? i'm private nightpaw." his eyes momentarily lingered on the eye socket of the ex ranger, though not in fear, shock or pity, rather in almost admiration, before he blinked a few times and refocused on the entire behemoth himself.