( WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE | open, meet and greet )

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]The world was so much brighter with his stomach full and a new master to serve, as indirect as his current serving may be; Bailey was used to a set lifestyle as a pet and this was as close as he'd ever get again. The golden retriever was finally in a place he could call home once more, though he had a feeling he couldn't just lay outside Lancelot's den and not move - no, he would have to make friends, socialise... It was the right thing to do, yes? He hoped his lord would not mind him making his own decision, it would be a terrible fate to whimper and cower in apology if he happened to misbehave. Thus he had had a small snack, gone on a little patrol and attempted to make an effort for his new clan before hurrying back to camp as quickly as he could, tongue lolling and tail wagging ferociously. A meet and greet was in order, was it not? He'd heard the phrase somewhere and had, using his small knowledge, pieced together what it meant, and was now sat on his rump in camp, looking about optimistically with the hope of making friends. "Meet and greet, everyone!" Bailey Davidson Hartley then barked with a waggle of his tail once more, wiggling about on the floor with excitement at the prospect of meeting new people. Oh, he loved friends!

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    His eyes were marked distinctly with disgust - happiness was not something he could so easily understand. Caius had experienced it, nearly everyone had; his query with such an emotion was the annoying side effects. The newcomer before him was a prime example, a reminder of why he detested joy in its simplest form. The dog was wriggling in the dirt before him, paying no heed to the filth he was kicking up by squirming in such a haphazard manner. One blue eye twitched slightly and he had to release a heavy sigh to usher back a soothing calm. The snow leopard looked down at his clanmate and leaned a bit closer to put emphasis on his words, "What is it that has you so..." He paused and looked for the correct word and found that he couldn't think of it. "Happy?"



    OOC: Caius is a narcissistic jerk, I apologize for his behavior. |D


    #caiusgemini
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]Sasha padded up. "Hi, I'm Sasha!" she said with the smile she usually had on when she met knew people.


    #potatopotahto

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    [align=left][justify][color=white][size=9px][font=arial]" Greetings. " The pale colored tom stated as he padded forward in a museless post.[/justify][align=center][color=white][size=5pt](c) pompeii[/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub]"Hi, I'm Refinedgrace," the lioness greeted as she trotted up, paws shuffling somewhat nervously. Everyone in DarkClan was fairly nice, but she still got nervous when meeting new people. "What is your name?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=7pt]"Connie," the tom replied simply, before flicking his tail in hello and siding Sasha, his girlfriend.


    #conniespringer


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -15px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; color:white;][size=26pt]AGNéS [i]![/fancypost]


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    "Agnés. Nice to meet you," the fennec greeted boredly, standing next to Nicle.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]He had not expected so many people so when they came a-flocking he was pleasantly surprised, his grin widening and his restless wiggling increasing for a few moments before he seemed to reign himself in and calm his shifting about. Large paws pressed neatly into the upturned dirt and Bailey looked about at the seven or so membership hat had gathered before him, and then he closed his eyes and tipped his head to the side in an obvious display of friendly joy. "Oh, hello everyone! I'm Bailey, Bailey Davidson Hartley - it's nice to meet you all!" the large golden dog woofed with a sweep of his eagerly thumping tail, panting and now looking expectantly at everyone before his gaze slowly slid to Caius. "Why wouldn't I be? Everyone here is so nice! DarkClan is nice! I have a home again!" his simple words were so naive but so true and hardly any knowledge nor judgement was in them as he fondly explained the reasons behind his elation - though truly this was a happiness rarely absent and one that seemed to forever reside in his heart. It was most difficult to push it away and not been the unfriendliness of this tom would deter him, no; Bailey hadn't even registered the distaste in the snow leopard's voice and had perceived his words only as a well meaning inquiry. His oblivion was detestable, but enviable. "How is everyone? I hope you're all happy!"

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    Your have to look under my avatar to find this out




    TAGGED
    #standingovation




    NOTES
    Lancelot X NPC Air Force of DarkClan[/fancypost]


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    "I see no reason to be happy today," there wasn't much to be happy about here, after all.


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    [size=4pt]© swifty[/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][size=7pt]"When am I ever not happy?" he asked, shouldering Sasha in a joking manner.


    #conniespringer