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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: white; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;]God, Saul hated the morning after a heavy rainfall. Sure, the atmosphere was nice; the air was cool and had that fresh smell that rain always left behind, but the ground outside of the health inspector's quarters was... muddy, to say the least. Some of the muck had even flooded into the bathrooms, a sloshy and dirty puddle of water that blocked the doorway.
    Saul hadn't gotten wet in the night though, thankfully. He slept in the sinks. Imagine how disgusting it would be, waking up in a cold pool of filth.


    Filth. The fairground, though his home and a wonderful place, was filled with filth. It was an outdoor establishment after all, and in fact, most places in the world were dirty, but that didn't make it any better.
    Shaking mud off of his paws, the health assistant stepped out of his den and into the dawn light. A few dark rainclouds still lingered on the horizon after last night's storm, a dark and foreboding gray that contrasted the purples and pink hues that followed the rising sun.
    A loud huff came from the clouded leopard's maw; this place was unsanitary, but it did have one hell of a view in the morning.
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    Wendigo, fortunately for her, typically slept in the shelter of The Tent. It was entirely rainproof, and offered shelter from the winter's chill. The demoness couldn't comrpehend why the others chose to dwell within the camp's less protected regions. Perhaps they found comfort in different atmospheres. It wasn't her concern, anyways. Their hygiene made no difference to her.
    Rising onto massive paws, the copper canid gave a quick stretch. Once her spine gave a few audible cracks, the femme turned to shaking the settled dust from her fur. Striding out of the Tent, she gave a quick nod to the NPC guards seated there. Her ebony orbs rested, finally, upon the figure of Saul. Striding lightly over the muck, she gave the medic a quick nod, her way of saying 'Good morning'.


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    [justify]ah, now wasn't this just lovely?
    filth, everywhere. hysteria hissed low in her throat irritably, as she was having to drag her cowl through the scum. she wouldn't stand for it. it was one thing to have it be any other old rat-infested corner of the f*cking city, but their home? it just didn't make sense. she didn't like it. the hellion leaped onto a bench outside, scoffing. oh, how badly she wanted to bark orders for some of the lazier npc's to get off of their sorry *sses and do something to clean up around here. flicking her paws furiously to rid herself of the mud and ground up trash that had now basically ruined her morning, hysteria sighed. later, she'd aid in getting that garbage up. when did it even get there, anyway? she was always so busy guarding the interior that she rarely noticed, let alone had to step in anything vile. for now, she'd enjoy her morning.
    spotting the health assistant, saul, and wendigo, she looked their way and that was it. harbinger didn't fancy conversing very much. and when she did, she would use telepathy. shifting into a large raven, hysteria flapped up to a lamppost, which had just recently turned off for the day, her cloak and mask being left behind on the bench she had just came from. perched on the iron arm, she released a loud, alarming caw for anyone who was still asleep. she often did this, and her raven form was one of her most used, mainly because it helped get her job done. everything was much easier with a bird's eye view.    [/justify]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: white; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;]Blinking, Saul's dark gaze moved from the skyline to rest on Wendigo. The much smaller feline offered a flick of his tail in greeting, and spoke in his even tone; "Good morning, Wendigo. Are you busy right now?"
    He cast his gaze toward the medical station, frowning at the puddle centered by his front door and subconsciously narrowed his eyes, as if glaring at the puddle of gunk. But never mind all that; the rest of the surrounding dirt was still rather firm, though moist. Perfect for planting the seeds of various herbs; which he didn't want to do by himself. That's why he had piped up and spoken to Wendigo, hoping to rope her in and force- er, encourage her to help him. She was larger, after all. Bigger paws, better for digging troughs.


    At the sound of a bird's shrill call, the medical assistant looked skyward and spotted Hysteria. His expression momentarily darkened; had that bird been there before? He stared at it for a moment longer, contemplating, before looking back to Wendigo. He plastered on a faintly hopeful expression.
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    The filth did little to attract the attention of the aloof serval, he himself cared little about hygiene. Hygiene was a mere excuse to be pampered and take a break from "working". In other words take a break from lazing around, eating and sleeping while they could be plotting to take over clans or other useful things. Hell, even cleaning the territory would be less of a waste of precious, valuable time.
    The serval raised his bloodstained face to the rising sun, squinting at it. What was to some a great beauty was a wake up call for him. Though the raven crow thing had helped wake him. Normally the serval would wake at the slightest noise, but after the long night he had it had actually been painful torture to get into bed. He supposed it wasn't that wise to sleep in a cramped ferris wheel carriage at the top of the wheel with two ratty, stained blankets and prey bones for company. At least he got a lot of privacy.
    So Feral slowly but surely made his way down the ferris wheel with dogged determination, leaping from carriage to carriage until his feet finally touched the ground. The wet, slimy ground. This earned a distasteful nose twitch from the male but he mostly ignored it. He then noticed the other members out and about and gave a nod of greeting towards them, basically the friendliest greeting you could get from him.

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    [size=30pt][font=Ar Berkley]beetlegeuse praelium[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; margin-top: -28px][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -14px][size=7pt]rain never bothered the ringmaster. in fact, he loved it. including the mud. the pregnant fae would come up, and take a seat then say in a lame track post, "mornin'."


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