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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]Having recently heard of this intriguing activity known as a meet and greet, Coracinus had decided to initiate one himself in hopes of becoming acquainted with the many members of BloodClan. Such an exercise would hopefully colour his previously dull life in the searing heat where nothing but sand dunes and spiky lizards seemed to be, and not even the ruins provided interest for a demon used to the temples and towering fortresses of hell, obsidian black structures forged from the torment of tortured souls settled on ice cold sheets of rippling agony- yes, hell was not a hot place as expected and only shivering gave warmth to the desperate trapped as loud and hollow screams were elicited from their broken spirits by Cora's own species. Shrieks and moans were his theme tune now and even in the real world rang in his wide ears, providing a cacophony of pure madness for a damned grasping desperately at sanity. He did not want to succumb to complete and utter mindless bloodlust, no, he was a higher demon and would need to retain his intelligence. He would not bow down to the urge to tear, to devour-

Oh, how quickly his mind deviated. He had merely been contemplating how boring this world was, and how wonderful a meet and greet would be, but it appeared as if his subconscious wished to focus on his animalistic urges, urges he wished to avoid at any cost. How very ironic.

The canis lupus pup sat with one careful paw on a freshly killed snake; it had not been too difficult to destroy, even for a three month old youth, and for that he was only disdainful of it. Yet it would provide him with an intriguing meal, or somebody else with one if they cared to dine on reptile as he did. Their cold blooded corpses brought only delight to his taste buds, and who was he to deny culinary pleasure? To a demon used to the taste of the deceased ghosts of hell, anything was a favoured delicacy, including this here limbless lizard. However, he was not, at that moment, hungry, so he grasped it in his strengthening jaws and awkwardly hauled it back to the Capitol, abandoning it with the rest of the grouped prey and retreating to an empty space. His tongue, crimson and coated in a fine sheen of blood, slid out between his two lower fangs to loll in the heat, and then Coracinus Lucifer called out- "Meet and greet, anyone?" his tone was fairly calm, though a slight excitement betrayed him, a telltale sign of his demonic youth. He could still not close off and contain his high running emotions.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]"Define interesting, mortem magi, and perhaps I can offer you something." he drew out the Latin dub of the snow leopard blandly, his cyan eyes betraying nothing as he surveyed this male. Spirit friends, he could smell the ghost on the egotistical male's form and it automatically stirred an undead hunger within him, one he'd worked so hard to perhaps ignore. This body, it seemed, required a god-blessed supernatural ability to devour souls, one he did not possess. Ah, well, he would have to return to ÆĮ, or the higher demon realm of hell, later on and remove the fabric to feast on. Planning ahead, his ravenous instincts tugging at him, was a worrying sign indeed, and Coracinus suddenly wished this wildcat had left him alone. Nonetheless, he had called for a meet and greet, and now the pup would have to accept whatever consequences he received for his actions. This would most definitely be a test of his patience, or rather lack of it; to hide his thoughts and prevent them from pooling in his eyes he abruptly shut them, cranium tilting back and maw parting in a lazy yawn. "I'm afraid I don't quite understand your interesting here in BloodClan - is it perhaps mindless slaughtering, or do you have a brain?" he didn't expect his entire clan to be stupid no, he'd seen many signs of intelligence, but this was clearly aimed only at the first to approach him. As others did, his words faded into nothingness and he turned to face them as he expected.

Peregrin seemed nice enough, innocent and eager to make friends; the fellow wolf pup pricked his ears and studied the lighter hued male for a few moments before responding. "Coracinus Lucifer... Harbringer-Ecuador." the last two words were added on as Onyxdagger approached, and he scanned the rather robotic cheetah with steadily chilling eyes that glazed over with mild curiosity. Download? What an intricate use of language, Cora was most curious and wished to know more - yet this meet and greet was not staged to focus on any one person so much as an entire group as a whole. "It's nice to meet you, Pippin." heh, Pippin, a rather cute little nickname. Coracinus was instantly glad he had never been given a pet dubbing, they were really quite childish. But, since Peregrin had offered one, it hinted towards a want to be called it, so the ebon child wouldn't deny. After all, it was hardly polite, and he was meant to be at least courteous when new, yes? "Hello," he then intoned as he glanced to Redpaw, watching the silent female closely and resuming his tongue-lolling, lapping at his sabre teeth as he did so.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]"Dolls... Whether accursed or not they have never presented interest to me. If they have a soul, eat it." came the blunt response and Coracinus shrugged, coming to believe that this answer was only obvious and not yet quite understanding that he was somewhat different to these people. The wolf pup blinked at Mannimarco curiously. "Nonetheless, I understand your thinking somewhat. You and I could be good friends, Mannimarco. If you didn't hear before, I'm Coracinus." his cyan gaze eventually drifted to Yukine, and he nodded. "I'm not sure, it depends on how you are related to Ciel Harbringer, for he is my grandfather." the wolf remarked with a nod. "Pleasure to meet you, Yukine, sir." the higher demon was most intrigued by the pallid serval for a moment, marvelling at him for a good minute or two; a Spartan, hmm? He'd heard the name before and was glad to put it to a face - the son of Serpentine seemed rather ordinary in comparison to his father, though... Coracinus supposed that was a good thing. He was abruptly jerked away as Sirrus wandered over, and his eyes narrowed somewhat. "Pardon me for being related to the bloodline sir, I didn't know you had such an issue with a large family." his voice grew icy, and the canis lupus child tilted his head. "Your name, please?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]"Coracinus Lucifer Ecuador-Harbringer, though Coracinus suits me just fine." he recited as he looked to Mami, and then his head tilted with a mild curiosity. "I trust you are well, too?" these BloodClanners were an odd mixture of friendly and fierce, with the almost amusingly naive welcomes he received providing him with more of a playful game, people to toy with and potentially friends to make if somebody interesting happened to show their face. So far however, only Mannimarco had truly intrigued him, and even now his impression of the snow leopard was fading fast and quickly his attention was dragged elsewhere. Now, he was focused on Mami, though that soon changed and his gaze averted to Sirrus. His name was still unknown, and Coracinus didn't like that, the rather rude individual already in the higher demon's bad books for his disdain towards the Ecuador bloodline. Greats had risen from the gene pool, and he doubted a little bit of spite in sarcastic and potentially paranoid words could ever change that. Coracinus wondered if the white tiger knew what he'd gotten into, a spat with a ravenous young hellspawn. He hoped the first tier didn't, it would make things a lot more complicated if he was found out so quickly. If such a thing did happen, however, an interesting race could begin.

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