MAYBE YOU WERE THE OCEAN, AND I WAS JUST THE STONE -- joining; open

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    it was hard to travel, leave the place you'd grown up, at least for most it was. battlepaw on the other hand had no trouble turning his back on the people he called family and walking to the place formerly known as the insignia. the nobelands. the tall light brown mountain lion came and sat at the border with a smirk upon his maw, ah this was more like it. a place he could actually be himself rather than a butler. the male after escaping from his own living hell had managed to pick up iron armour and a sword slung across his body.


    anyways, so there he sat. covered in armour, sword slung around his torso and a smirk resting comfortably on his maw.[/fancypost]
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    "Name and business?" came the bark of the timber wolf as she strode over, clouded gaze passing over the body of Battlepaw momentarily before focusing on his head, sort of. Unable to spot his armour and sword, Reagan took a relaxed step towards him before stopping in place and awaiting his reply.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]Brooklynkit hadn't had a problem with leaving her family seeing as she didn't know them. Her coma had lasted most of that generation she grew up with blowing out. Spotting a mountain lion lingering on the border, curiosity pricked at her paw-pads as she wandered up. "Name and business?"


    / ninja'd omg

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    [b]"Hola preciosa"     the armoured mountain lion dipped his head a little, not knowing that the timber wolf was unable to see him. Battlepaw's gaze flicked towards the younger member who had repeated Reagan and offered her a half smile before fixing himself to sit up straight once more. The smirk fixating itself on his maw for a second time. "The names Battlepaw Eros Darl's" his armoured tail flicking around his paws with a soft clank. "I'm 'ere to join"[/fancypost]
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    it was funny how rosepaw was a knight, and yet this newcomer seemed more fitted for the title than him. actually, rosepaw wasn't all that surprised. figures someone would show him up one day.
    "... accepted. welcome to the noblelands." the slender bengal finally spoke, his overall expression bleak though his eyes filled with all sorts of emotions. "i'm rosepaw. nice to meet you."

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    Battlepaw's gaze flicked across to the Bengal in curiosity, as the male accepted him he stepped across the border and stretched his back a few satisfying pops rattling his armour before he straightened up. Rosepaw, normally he would have thought the name pretty and feminine but his realisation came that this was in fact, a male. It was certainly a peculiar name for a male but life was short and Battlepaw did not plan on dwelling on such a matter. [b]"In case you did not hear earlier, my names Battlepaw, and likewise my good sir"     the male said with the faintest of smirks and a dip of his slender brown head. [/fancypost]
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    [align=center][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; fancypost bgcolor=transparent; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase][justify][size=12][color=black]something about this guy pissed him off. skulltown knew better than to immediately start judging someone, but it was a weird quirk he had -- he was a prick at times, so he'd have no room to speak if battlepaw was a total ass. "skulltown. welcome to, uh, the noblelands." like shit calling shit gross.

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    [justify][font=times new roman]"I'm Acerbus, welcome. Would you like a tour?" The civet's soft voice sounded as she approached, an ear flicking in greeting. From many moons of joiners and alike, her gaze had instinctively went to size the male up, a force of habit, she assumed. Well this one would have no problem with battle, it seemed, but of course it could all be coy.

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    Well, Skulltown seemed just peachy didn't he. A raise of an eyebrow that wasn't there signified he had a feeling the male wasn't fond of him. That, didn't exactly faze Battlepaw all that much, if someone didn't like him, that was honestly none of his business. He offered the cheetah a half smile and a nod [b]"thanks buddy"     maybe they weren't buddies but he felt the need to call the male that. Why, he couldn't explain. His gaze then turned to the lady with a wider smile. "Acerbus, such a unique name m'lady" Battlepaw bowed his head as he sat back. The clink of metal shielding his body. "No thank you m'lady, I would prefer to find my own way around"[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]The lady of the East stepped up to join the crowd and she waved her tail. "Ah but the tour is the best part!" She squeaked and flattened her ears, putting on a mock pout. "Anyways, I'm Sylmae Winzor but you can call me Sylmae or.. Or Syl. Since people do that. Yeah." She said and giggled lightly as she scanned the Mountain Lion curiously. He had a pretty awesome voice and she silently wondered if he was one for singing.[/fancypost]
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    what the fuck was preciosa? Reagan dared to blink before responding. "Uh, welcome to the noble lands then. My name's Reagan."
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