and it seems that the world has turned on without you \ open

BENEDICT · Jan 9th 2015

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[font=georgia][color=#ffffff][size=10px][i]There's an east wind coming.

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When he woke up, he did feel slightly different. Ben looked down on his paws and found his jaws twitching into some semblance of a smile. White paws, faintly banded with small pale spots. Could it? Could it be? He glanced over his body, circling himself a bit. Oh. He was back in his white serval body, though obviously, this one was only a cub.

The serval cub found his scarf, wrapped it tight around his neck, and managed to walk out of the den, only just barely stumbling over the extra long scarf that tangled between his legs.

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wys. · Jan 9th 2015

[justify]John slid up he had been remembering that... that delightfully innocent day when he and 'Bem' also known as Benedict had enjoyed a day together, the dragonette had been decidedly starving, and then extremely energetic.. now he feared that Bem would not only not recognize him, but if he did recognize him, he would hate him, or ignore him, which felt the same way that hating felt.
He felt unloved, shunned, ignored, and decidedly down all the time, his optimistic, cheerful, and open personality drowned by sorrow and depression.

Nope, John was not feeling... happy at the moment, or even ever. "Hello there Benedict." The male meowed hesitantly, his eyes downcast as h spoke.

Jailbreak · Jan 9th 2015

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[fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth=0px;text-transform: lowercase;width: 420px;margin-top:-10px][justify][color=#ffffff][size=7pt]armin could.. tell something was up with john as he began to pass his fellow coworker and benedict, only stopping when he realized that ben had changed his form. instead of a dragon, it was a serval. he hadn't seen one of those since soul.. that seemed like so long ago just thinking about it now. it was a little ridiculous, honestly. so many people had come and gone, and he was still here. that was all he was. just something against the backdrop. he wasn't anything special, that was for sure. still, armin kept a somewhat friendly expression on his face, nearly matching the way john was acting. the white cervidae gazed back at john, his coffee oculars searching for nothing in particular. perhaps he just needed some talking to.. maybe a little meet up would help with whatever he was dealing with. the funny thing about this all was, was that this thread was based around benedict and not he or john. "ah.. h-hello, b-benedict.. john.." armin finally greeted, his signature stutter still there as always. thanks, self confidence. perhaps he could ease his way out of this before anything started. that would be nice.[/fancypost]

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BRITAINS CHAR GRAVEYARD · Jan 9th 2015

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8]Everyone was saying hello's, so he decided that he'd stay quiet and sit down beside John, offering Ben a smirk before looking down to his paws. Cloudpaw would talk, but only once the same question wasn't being asked - that would be interesting.

As everyone knew, he liked interesting.

BENEDICT · Jan 10th 2015

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[fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]"Hello, John, Armin...Cloudpaw," the white serval cub offered. He remembered John, of course. The poor boy had taken care of him when he was still pretending to be weak and feeble. Armin was less familiar but Ben recalled the deer's name. To be a it more presentable, the little cub attempted to wind the scarf again around his neck so that he wouldn't drag on the ground like something dead hanging off around his shoulders. And even less familiar than Armin was Cloudpaw. Had he ever met the young canine before? He wasn't sure, but he heard the dog's name around a lot.

And suddenly it hit him. The cub's ears twitched backwards, flat against his skull in caution, as memories of being violently shaked came up into his mind. Cloudpup was the one that had manhandled him!

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Felibri · Jan 10th 2015

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:120%; width:450px;]That was Benedict? Tabbypattern had a hard time believing it. She had only seen him in, what? His horned jaguar body or something and a dragon body, then a hatchling. "Hey there." she said softly with a smile.

[align=center][sub]heart chart ★ plotting thread ★ ask.fm

Cloudhouse · Jan 10th 2015

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The New Flames of Smaug · Jan 10th 2015

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The scarred snow leopardress walked over, nodding a greeting to those around her. The fact that this was Benedict didn't shock her, she had been there when he had rejoined after all. Still, it would take some time to adjust to the former leader's new form, but she would adjust in time. //the muse is low

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DEBIRU · Jan 10th 2015

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The fact that benedict had changed form to an little serval kitten now actually made him alot more less scary than he had ever been before. Almost making him look like an cute and harmless cute kitty-cat. almost. The deputy might have an huge fear for this person but after getting to know from Evan that Benedict alsot had been santa claus was just so cool. Making her look up to him now. I mean, how could someone have the time to fly around the whole world to give out christmas present at the same to be here?, even leading them by that time?. Seriously, everyone that could do that deserved respect and being admired to handle all that. Beside after his return the pup saw him as a little bit more less scary than before. Not only because getting to know he was the santa or the one that had given her Teddy but also something more lay behind.

Perhaps it was all about Ancalagon, the person that had been stuck inside Benedict for a while without anyoe knowing it the same went for her. But now with him gone he seemed different. So yeah, maybe without knowing it the person she ahd been truly afried for had been Ancalagon and not Benedict?. This feeling was new and strange for her, not understanding any of it. But even so, the deputy had enough courage to approach the serval cub, taking a seat beside Armin while studing thier former leader. "H-hello...sir " This was indeed progress, being the first time ever she had dared to speak up to thier former leader. All of it had probably to do with that he was an much smaller creature now.

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