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    It wasn't often that Battlepaw was on his own rather than socializing with others. The armoured mountain lions gaze was drawn to an invisible picture in the distance when his eyes clouded over in thought. Contrary to the belief of some there was more to the tall, heavily armoured, sword carrying male than what met the eye, yet there was. He had emotions he managed to hide behind a smirk or a flirtatious line. The clank of metal could be heard as he adjusted his armour and removed his sword to lay it in front of him.


    His thoughts flicked to Sylmae. The pretty fem he had met not long ago, yet, as cheesy as it sounds he felt a connection. Like somehow they could relate to each other. How? He had no idea yet but he intended to find out. [b]una chica tan bonita Sylmae es the male whispered in spanish to himself. With another clink of metal his tail was rested o his paws. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]A small giggle escaped the snow leopard as she slipped out of the brush behind him and plopped herself down at his side. She had followed him out of curiosity and seemed to have done a good job at hiding. She shifted her feet and the curled her fluffy tail over her dainty paws and twitched an ear as she stared at the distant horizon like he was, only she wasn't really thinking anything. She would have leaned over to bump his shoulder but she was scared that the armor would hurt her, not that it mattered given how quickly she could heal. She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before she looked over at him.


    "What's on your mind?" She asked quietly as she leaned forward a bit to peer up at him curiously, her soft grey eyes searching his face before she straightened once more, her pelt fluffing up against the light wind. "We might not know each other very well but uhm.. If you have something on your mind that is bothering you, you could tell me." She said softly and offered him a gentle smile, though her eyes were focusing on the darkening sky, watching the sun sink.[/fancypost]
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    Battlepaw wasn't one for looking weak, atleast most of the time. He was able to hide his sudden surprise by just perking his ears at her sudden appearance. Rather than looking at her, he continued to stare out at the distance for a moment. The male had plenty of things on his mind, the place he had come from being the worst of them. He turned offering a smile to Syl as he flicked his tail with a light clank. [b]Hola señorita     he started not wanting to be rude before shrugging I'm sure you wish not to be plagued with my problems m'lady he stated with the smallest of smiles. His armour clanked as he shrugged with a charming smile taking over his maw. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae twitched an ear and she slid a little closer to him before she hesitantly reached out a paw to pat his. Wow this was awkward. She cleared her throat and huffed lightly. "I honestly don't mind. We all come with our fair share of baggage. Yours can't be much worse than what goes on in my head." She said and shrugged a bit. The slender vampire was always thinking some wicked crazy things going on in her head that she never shared with anyone, but if it helped him, she wouldn't mind sharing a few deep dark secrets. [/fancypost]
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    Battlepaw was surprised by the sudden... closeness of the two. The reassuring tap on his paw sent foreign emotions through his body, shyness perhaps? He wasn't sure but he didn't like it. Rolling his shoulders he smiled. [b]"Well be prepared for the most humiliating past you've ever heard"     he let out a breath. His head turning back to the horizon. "I was born into the circus life you see, but I was the runt. I was rebellious" he paused and twitched his nose "The circus men aren't as nice as they seem, I have, scars from beatings across my body, which is why I wear the armour." He glanced down at his feet quietly. As if he could feel himself in those moments once more. A shudder made his armour clank gently. "I, was butler of sorts" Battlepaw crinkled up his nose and flattened his ears to his head. "I wore a tie Ya know, I was quite the charmer, even then" a light chuckle was heard as he tried to lighten it up a bit. "My siblings did trucks during the shows and I carried around food in the crowds" he frowned silently "I ran away as soon as I could, and that's how I ended up here" he said with a shrug.


    "how about you, what's your story?"[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae twitched an ear. Wow, that was kind of depressing but it was humiliating or anything like that. It wasn't as bad as she would have thought, anyways. "Well, in all honesty I don't remember much of my past. I just remember waking up in some human alley as a kitten, a domestic one at that and wandered and wandered until I made it here. I avoided any and all fights and just kept walking, eating the trash that humans threw out to keep myself from dying until I could teach myself how to hunt." She said and sighed lightly, not looking at him. "I got here then things started to change for the better. I became a vampire then I could shapeshift and then I got promotions out of no where. Here.. I actually mean something but out there I.. I was just alone scrawny loner." She said and shrugged a bit.


    She sighed as she closed her eyes tightly before she opened them again and they were alight with what looked to be pain and sadness but that vanished almost as fast as it had appeared. "But hey, you shouldn't have to cover your scars. I mean, I don't cover mine." She said and tilted her head back to reveal the scar across her throat. "Someone or.. something tried to murder me." She said and shrugged a bit. "I think that scars make us stronger.. They show us the past and everything we've been through. They show us that we are strong enough to survive to overcome anything that is thrown at us." She mumbled and hung her head. [/fancypost]
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    He listened carefully, intently [b]"Don't you wanna know more about your past? Why that specific place? Who your parents were?"     Battlepaw asked with the slightest tilt of his head. He knew his parents, even if he didn't like them that was better than not knowing em. That'd be torture, not being able to know where you came from. He glanced down at his paws for a moment. Biting his lip, and he thought his past was bad. He paused a deep frown lining his features "someone attempted to murder you?" damn. That had to suck, a lot.


    "I can't say someone's tried to kill me" he stated lightly. At the mention of showing scars he quickly shook his head. "Maybe. But I don't think this armours coming off anytime soon" he murmured half hearedly. A light frown on his maw. "I prefer not to live in the past"[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]"The only little bit I got from it was it was down the road from a zoo. That's about all I remember but I was a newborn kitten so I might be wrong. I mean who just abandons a new born?" She asked and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know if I can say that I want to learn more if they just left me like that. I'm happy how I am and I feel like if I pushed too much at it I'd end up just depressing myself." She said softly and shrugged her slender shoulders before she looked up at him again.


    "You're lucky then. Almost dying is not fun, at all. That's for sure. And hey. I'm sure you're just as handsome out of the armor as you are in it." She said softly and leaned over to nudge him lightly with her shoulder, flinching at the cold of the armor. [/fancypost]
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    [b]Good point m'lady     he murmured quietly. If someone had abandoned him like that he would want to forget about it and pretend it never happened. No one should have to live like that, with their parents leaving them on the street as a newborn. It was cruel. He shook the thought from his mind. "I wouldn't imagine almost dying would be the funnest of activities" he chuckled softly before shrugging. A small smirk forming on his maw "you think I'm handsome now do you m'lady" he nudged her back. Softly though so he didn't knock her over and so the metal didn't harm her.


    "I could be. But I'm sure no one really cares so it's not much of a matter"[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae laughed lightly and flicked her tail against him lightly. "I do think you're handsome and I really think you would look better without the armor. It would make you look more natural and then it wouldn't be so scary to snuggle up to you." She teased lightly and smiled at him. "But I can't force you to strip yourself of something you love." She said gently and then looked away. "Anyways uhm. Is there something you might want to do?" She asked quietly.[/fancypost]
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    Battlepaw had to hide the blush that was now heating up his ears and cheeks. Gosh, he was such a softie when his reputation wasn't at stake. He smiled a little standing up he moved away from her for a moment. Shifting so his armour moved and eventually came off, resting with a clank on the ground. He moved back over to her and sat beside her. He wasn't kidding when he said he had scars. His flanks had several long jagged scars on each side. The freshest lot of scars were across his shoulders, the skin was still raw, it hadn't healed as fast thanks to it rubbing against his armour. He was muscular, broad shouldered, fit. Yet the scars were what would catch anyone attention. Along with the branding mark on his hind leg. The symbol of a star with initials in it.


    [b]"I told you m'lady. Nothing pretty to look at here" he smiled half heartedly. "The armour is more of a vessel than something I love, it's the security I didn't have before, the ability to hide my past from the eye" he shrugged lightly. "nothing I can think of m'lady. You?"[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae sighed lightly as she listened to his words. She had never wanted to help someone so badly. She felt like he needed it though she would never be the type of person to rush it because she didn't want to upset him or anything like that. She understood what it was like to want to hide in something. That's why she had her tree. She hid there pretty often when she was upset. She shrugged a bit and twitched her ear. "Uhm. We could always go for a walk on the beach or go find you a house?" She suggested as she waved her tail behind her absently.[/fancypost]
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    The mountain lion switched moods in a flick of a tail. As he was always able to do so easily. Battlepaw shifted his armour a little. Before standing beside the snow leopard, a smile lining his maw. Rolling his shoulders back a Pop from his spine echoed through the armour. [b]"How about, we find me a house and then we'll go for a walk on the beach, yea?"     his head tilted to the side in question. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae giggled and nodded a bit before she hopped to her paws and circled him playfully. "Do you want a small house near mine or a big one near the castle?" She asked curiously as she tipped her head to the side, her eyes sparkling with excitement. This was more fun than when she was looking for her own house. That was boring because she did it alone.[/fancypost]
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    A chuckle escaped his maw as the excited femme began to circle his lager body. He began to walk, not exactly sure where he was going yet but a look of thought crossed his maw. [b]"A small house near yours would be pleasant"     he smiled. He may as well be near the gal since they had become friends in such a short period of time. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae laughed lightly and waved her tail in the air. "Okay let's get going then." She said and bumped his shoulder again before she bound off towards Queen's landing, her eyes already searching for the perfect house for him. There were two really close to her. One next to her and one across, the rest were just around the general area but still close. [/fancypost]
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