Snake Tongue, Poison Bite - Joiner

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    My eyes are
    black as flint
    and they are
    crueller
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    Busier than I expected, Taska thought. Nice place. My kind of place. So many new people to meet. Her mouth curled in a sweet smile - she couldn't help it, sometimes. Masks that didn't fit were harder to keep on than ones that did. She waited, a little impatiently.

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    "My my, hello there. May I ask what your business is and what your name is?" With a grin, the large female made her way over and her dark optics scanned the stranger for any threat; she was supposed to be responsible for the safety anyways. She kept her claws unsheathed; the feline didn't seem to cause any harm, but she kept her distance and her features remained cold. However, her one sided grin was showing a sign of hospitality although it was hard to notice.[/fancypost][/justify]

    My eyes are
    black as flint
    and they are
    crueller
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    "I'd like to join your clan, if that's what you call it." The golden cat said with a light tone. "My name is Taska. I suppose you could say I'm a wanderer. Or have been, for a long while." Yes, I do love to see new things. 'Wanderer' will do. They will come to know me by that name. "I've never done this before, I'm afraid." Not here. "Is there someone I can speak to, or are you responsible for joiners?"

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    The Watchwoman lioness' grin grew bigger with each word; how lovely to come across a polite person again. She was fascinated by their patience and their temper which happen to remain the coolest in worst situations; they always seemed to be polite no matter what. Priorities change, right? However, Mel was sure that the golden feline held a different nickname. "Alright Taska the Wanderer," Mel spoke; she had the hobby to call everyone with nicknames anyways. "You have reached the territory of the Knights of Eden. It's a pleasure to see a joiner, but I have to recall a few rules beforehand to keep it safe. We are a peace-seeking group with a few basic rules such as no raping/harming/killing a clanmate and ruin the relationship with allies. We have an auto-acceptance policy, so everyone is able to welcome you in if you accept the rules." Her voice sounded as no threat, but with assurance.[/fancypost][/justify]

    My eyes are
    black as flint
    and they are
    crueller
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    "Oh, I wouldn't come to a well-defended place like this without learning about it first. And I would never do these things." Not the last two, anyway. My dear, you are such a compulsive liar. "I'm lying low until it all blows over." She added with a wink and a smile. "But you can trust me not to cause trouble for the duration of my time here."

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    I smell suspense. The demonic being hissed again inside of her head and made her to stomp her paw all of a sudden like she attempted to silence the demon. It appeared to be use as the creature fell quiet, but she knew it should have been looked awkward and strange with her sudden action. However, the lioness couldn't care less. She didn't have to explain anything. The demon was her secret, and no one was to find until she decided to shoo him away. "It sounds like you accept our policy, so I have the right to accept you in. Welcome to your new home — until you leave or die somehow. I am Melinda, Mel for short, a Watchwoman in here. Would you like a tour?" Although the female estimated Taska's answer more or less, she happened to ask.[/fancypost][/justify]

    My eyes are
    brown as chocolate
    sweet as honey
    and they are
    cruel
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    The lioness' face went strange for just a moment, but Taska saw. Still, it would be impolite to say anything, and she wouldn't want to smash her carefully-constructed persona."I would appreciate it, Melinda."

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    "There are many to see within hours." The lioness answered as her fictional eyebrows were raised with the attempt of judging the feline. Mel could notice something was odd with this individual. Plus, the femme's attention was only caught when strange things actually did happen. Maybe Mel could discover more about the feline? Maybe, they could get along or hate each other as rivals. Either way, she knew there was no between as she could estimate from their relations.


    //shall I make a private thread for the tour? c:[/fancypost][/justify]

    My eyes are
    brown as chocolate
    sweet as honey
    and they are
    cruel
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    There was something both reassuring and intriguing about this lioness, and her strange ways. Taska would have to keep an eye on her. "I look forward to it.


    // I'm excited :D

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    My eyes are
    brown as chocolate
    sweet as honey
    and they are
    cruel
    --------



    The golden cat regarded the newcomer coolly. She had such quiet steps.
    ”Taska. Are you new here, also? You don’t have the smell of this place.” She purred.

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