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    [fancypost bgcolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: ; text-align: justify;][sub]Hershel's pace was quick and purposeful, the dappled sunlight warming his golden-and-black pelt...though admittedly not as much as he would like. The autumnal weather was certainly taking a toll on the temperature, and as a short-haired creature with a lanky body which was not particularly good at conserving heat, he was noticing it.


    Roaming through the jungle was a pastime he enjoyed immensely, and that was was what he was occupying his time with.

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    cherryblod as well happened to enjoy exploring the rainforest, as there was always new areas to discover and it was typically warmer inside. perfect for cooler weather, it was. convenience, convenience!
    the non-pigmented male bounded over towards the serval with a friendly grin upon his maw. "greetings... hm, what your name now?" cherryblod asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. "mm, nevertheless, my name is cherryblod. a pleasure to meet you."
    #cherryblodinsignia14

    [align=center][font=courier new]LOWKIT
    Lowkit came in near Cherryblod, a bright smile on his face. "Hi, um, mister! I'm, um, Lowkit! Who are, um, you?" He inquired breezily, tipping his head to one side.


    #lowthedork

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    [align=center][color=white]Hazeleyes Eternite
    [size=8]Pounceflight x NPC::Second Generation::Winged Melanistic Jaguar::Hard
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    [justify][color=#aadd00][font=andale mono]"Hello everyone, I'm Hazeleyes." The winged jaguar meowed before adding, "What brought you guys out here this?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=#; borderwidth=0px; height: px; width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: ; text-align: justify;][sub]The black-splotched wildcat was slightly surprised by the sudden arrivals, but stopped walking and resigned himself to conversation. But he didn't mind all that much - a chance to get to know his fellow Insignians better, after all. "Hello." rumbled Hershel with a delicate smile. "My name is Hershel." he inclined his head a fraction, but raised it shortly before answering Hazeleyes. [b]"Simply a walk, Ms....?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: white;][size=7pt]A walk. How simple. Allyson liked simple, it made everything less complicated. Listening intently, the femme slowly strolled over. She too had taken a peaceful walk, and ended up crossing paths with the four. "Hello." She said, turning to face Hershel with a smile. "I'm Allyson."
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    selenium's ears flicked as she neared them, the tiger loved to simple take walks, "hi." she greeted in a bright tone, "I'm selenium grace." the commodore said, though she didn't mind being called by a nickname.