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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;][font=georgia]So far, the Achaean league seemed... alright. The little borzoi was, admittedly, vastly wary of the place; it gave off a strange vibe to him, most likely because of its state of ruination. What had happened here? Had the elements torn this place to shreds, or had there been an altercation; some war, some battle fought in a town in the country? Was this place rich with history, or was it simply a ghost town, the remnant of some dead civilization?
    Either way, it was abandoned to some extent, and it freaked him out. There will still traces of this place's ancestors here; the occasional pot that could only be made by the hands of a primate. Primitive living spaces. A sandal left on the steps to a vacant home.


    Anthony meandered around the city, bathed in the dawn light. It was less scary in the day, that was for sure; but even now, he swore that he saw things darting around in the cracks of old pantheons, shadows lurking in the open doorways of homes, ghosts of this place's former inhabitants. [/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]The fact that he was the father of Anthony was difficult for him to really comprehend, but doable, as he was quick to remind himself. Nervously biting his lip, the stilt-legged, regal borzoi made his way over but kept his pace casual. From the looks of Anthony, he seemed almost jumpy, sheepish - so he made sure, from how he walked and acted, there wasn't anything urgent. "Greetings, Anthony."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;][font=georgia]Hearing a faintly familiar voice, the canine's large ears snapped to attention, pricked and standing tall. Was that Konstantinos?
    Upon casting a glance over his shoulder, Anthony found that it was, indeed, the fellow borzoi; a nervous smile crept onto his maw as he turned to face the older canidae, his lowered slightly in an unconsciously submissive gesture. "Hello," the ghostly pale child greeted, his gaze flicking from Konstantinos to the sky; cloudless, and painted with the golden and faintly pink hues that came with dawn. It was going to be a temperate day; warm, but not humid. "Ah. Nice weather we're having?" Anthony desperately tried to create some form of lax conversation, hoping that he wasn't being awkward.[/fancypost]

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px;][justify]Oh, Konstantinos and this Anthony guy looked pretty similar. Father and son, maybe? She didn't know how old Konstantinos was, so she didn't say anything regarding the subject. "Oh, hey. I'm Arethusa," The deer said, flicking her tail.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#4a4a4a borderwidth=0px; width: 180px; height: 350px][fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://i58.tinypic.com/210eudj.jpg); width: 110px; height: 130px; border: solid 3px #c1c1c1; text-align: center][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 180px; color: #c1c1c1; font-family: georgia; margin-left: -17px; margin-top: -9px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-left: -167px][align=center]MERCYHOUR REIFF[/fancypost][justify]▣ hover for information
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    [align=right] #themercyhourisshort
    [/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=#c1c1c1; border: solid 3px #4a4a4a; width: 300px; height: 344px; margin-left: -8px; overflow: auto; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify]"Greetings Konstantinos, Arethusa, Anthony," the reptilian male greeted as he arrived, dipping his head to them.[/fancypost]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;][font=georgia]Ah, there was that... dragon fellow. Anthony offered a timid smile to the two, his thin tail wagging in a subconscious greeting. "Ah. I don't believe, uh, I've met either of you," the child began, his gaze momentarily locking on Mercyhour. "Well. I didn't meet you while you were conscious," he said with a light laugh, a surprisingly genuine one.
    He cleared his throat, looking to the ground again. Eugh. Talking was hard. [/fancypost]

    Winnifred appeared with a flick of her tail, the brown and caramel she-cat mewing politely. "Hello, haven't seen you before. I'm Winnifred Tuck, but just call me Winnie." She said, with a small smile.