YOU IDIOTIC DAYLIGHTER & open; joining

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    The sleek cougar stalked a squirrel, narrowing her eyes. She pounced, quickly snapping the rodent's neck. Walking off to a nearby tree, the female quickly ate, her eyes darting around as she did. She was always on edge for demons, just as her parents and brother taught her. The ruby pendant around her neck swung around when she caught the scent of a clan near her. Hm... The cougar thought, walking over to where she suspected to be a clan of some sort. She barely stepped into the border, glancing around. Isabelle Lightwood was her name. Nephilim that fought with a golden whip. On her chest was the mark of the angel, but could only be seen by creatures with the sight. Unlike most people, she stayed silent, awaiting a border patrol.
    #izzylightwood2k15

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    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver;][sub]The border partol came in the likes of Cerberus, perhaps not the best welcoming team given the circumstances, but King paused, instantly wary. Cyrus bared his teeth but remained silent, unlike Boy who yipped and let his tongue drool from his mouth along with every ounce of saliva in his maw. Summerpaw ignored that however and issued for King's jaws to move and words came from his throat, however reluctant, "Name and business?" The rough-hewn voice of the male three-headed rottweiler rumbled like thunder, unwilling to be polite or anything more than merely objectionable.

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    She could work with this, a Cerberus right off the bat. "Isabelle Lightwood, here to join" The cougar said to the three headed creature, looking to the head that spoke. The feline ignored the drool coming from one of the heads and stood still.
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