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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Henrikh Mkhitaryan had always seemed to get the bad side of life. But he was a stern fellow, fierce and strong no matter what shit life seemed to throw at him.


    This was just another dead leaf being turned. Not a new one - a shriveled leaf that already served it's time. Even if turned, it was still a worthless action. Meant nothing. But why was he turning it over again? Truth be told, there was no reason. But that was just another mystery that'd pass as time did, too. He never dwelled on things.


    The caracal waited at the border, face mostly neutral but hints of a scowl were slowly appearing. His eyes were emotionless pits, narrowed as he waited to be confronted.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae trotted up, the slender clouded leopard smiling at the male on the border. "Name and Business?" She asked as she stopped and sat down in front of him, studying him closely. He was the first Caracal she had ever seen but she herself was the first clouded leopard she had seen so. It was just a bunch of firsts.[/fancypost]
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    studying the male with moderate interest, the runt of a ragdoll padded up beside syl, tugging on his little winter hat. he was happy to simply say nothing, his stuttering was worsening lately due to his withdrawal from the clan due to inactivity; more strangers.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Not much of a wait here, the caracal quietly noticed; a nice quality to see so far in a group. As expected, he was having to answer to the usual, widely used protocol. "Henrikh Mkhitaryan, but I want to go by just Mkhitaryan. I will be joining," he informed them curtly, voice lingering at a murmur. Mkhitaryan wondered if these were the only two beings around. Had they not come in a party?


    Not giving it much more thought, he made mental notes on his small observations regarding surroundings and these two figures present.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae grinned and smiled at him brightly. "Auto-accepted. I'm Sylmae Winzor, lady of the East. But you can call me Sylmae if you'd like. I hope you enjoy the Noblelands and I can give you a tour if you'd like." She offered. The small feline was bubbly as usual and maybe a little too friendly, but that wasn't going to stop her enthusiasm. [/fancypost]
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    "Welcome. Acerbus Eternite, nice to meet you Mkhitaryan." Her messages were by now well rehearsed, and she could assume the same for her clanmates, with the amount of those joining these days. She smiled at the caracal, flicking her tail.







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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]greetings to you all! the tomcat purred, sitting down beside sylmae. pleasure to meet you, sir. i'm tobias verite, but i go by toby. i'm the counsler here, so if you ever need to have a therapy session or vent about something, let me know- i'm in the study in the west tower.

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    ic:Ooh, a caracal. That was diverse. Christian would never say that out loud, or think it for that matter. His role player just had to point that out as carcals were pretty darned awesome. However, the dog did trot up to the border. His face was hostile as normal and he stood protectively in front of his three-legged best friend, ears shoved forwards. "Christian Parker."



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Mkhitaryan gave a small grunt in acknowledgement to all the introductions. Not a very verbal fellow, a grunt was probably the most they would get for now. But as Christian arrived, the caracal seemed to straighten himself up right away, eyes a bit narrowed and locked on the canine. More alert than before due to the hostile vibe radiating off of the other, he'd mutter his name in return. "Mkhitaryan."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae shuffed her feet a bit as she looked at the Caracal. He was just as unique as she was, now that she was a clouded leopard. She had only seen normal leopards and snow leopards so far as well as some tigers, lions and cougars and various other things. She waved her tail from side to side as she looked at him curiously. "Would you like a tour then?" She asked softly.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Mkhitaryan saw some eyes lingering on him, but thought nothing of it. To him, his caracal form was nothing special, but he didn't know what others thought of it. "No thanks," he declined with a small tilt of his head, "I prefer going about things on my own." He would remember her offering, though; she must have been knowledgable on the area, so if in the unlikely situation that he couldn't recall a place or something, Sylmae would be a good candidate to visit.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae dipped her head and giggled lightly. "I feel as though I should stop offering because everyone prefers to look on their own but it's the nice thing to do." She said and then stepped out of his way, flicking her long tail. "I'll be in the trees by the Riverclan border if you do change your mind." She said softly and then she turned and bounded off, making her way off towards her favorite tree so she could relax.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]that was an unusual name, but the carcal seemed pretty neat. cool. welcome to the noblelands, the brown and white tabby meowed cheerily.

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