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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Oh boy. Who were these two? The short little serval padded over, her cranium tilted to the side in question. "Ah... names and business?" she asked. Oceanpaw was sure that was what she was supposed to say, right? Right? Hopefully. She'd be awfully embarrassed if she messed it up.
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Lorina descended carefully from her place soaring above, landing gracefully a short distance away and folding her wings neatly to her sides. The pale dragoness dipped her head politely in greeting to those present, though she kept a wary eye on the strangers.
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He could slightly smell WindClan, an unfamiliar scent to Asher who had never interacted with that clan before. The serval trotted over silently, holding a neutral gaze over the two strangers in front of him. Seeing how Oceanpaw had handled the name and business stuff, Asher saw no reason to speak.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Having spotted several familiar members gathering on a specific spot on he border, he'd been quick to approach and take in the newcomers. The faint WindClan was duly noted by Driscoll, who kept his level gaze on Benedict.
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WESTEROSI HATCHLING ▪ INFORMATION ▪ [abbr=MODERATE DIFFICULTY ▪ ASK FOR CAPTURE ▪ NO KILL ▪ POWERS INCLUDE: ALL FREE POWERS EXCEPT CONJURATION, MEMORY MANIPULATION, MULTIPLE POSSESSIONS, SHAPESHIFTING, VAMPIRISM]BATTLE TAGS[/abbr]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]"I expect that both Oberyn and Coriolanus will be arriving shortly," Eurydice informed him, joining the group silently. Oberyn was her husband of course, while Coriolanus was an old friend whom she did not see as often these days. "I am Eurydice Targaryen, Oberyn's wife. How are you related to him?"
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/ retro to leaving hehe
Jagger made his way over, curious and unsure of who these people were, as well as what to think of them. Well, yes, he did know what to think of them - they were people, that was all. They were normal men; apparently his family as well.
When the man mentioned a family reunion, Jagger made a confused face. "I'm Oberyn's son." He could anticipate a whole swarm of Martells arriving here around now. Asher and Oceanpaw were already here so far, though he hoped for many more of his siblings and relatives popping up. He walked to Asher, almost trying to shelter behind the much taller (but not longer) Martell. "Asher is, too. Adoptively ... How do you know our father?" Like Eurydice, he wondered how Oberyn was related to these WindClanners as well.
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the tigoness quirked up a nonexistent brow as she walked in, quietly sipping on her tea at first. well, she was a bit surprised that they were alive -- last she'd heard, martin had kicked the bucket and benedict was off doing random isolationist things. "that makes me your granddaughter, then. lancelot cumberbatch, daughter of coriolanus and refinedgrace," she stated, nervously sipping on her tea after she spoke.
she was not the lancelot he had known; indeed, she had come to realize a few things about that, how the memories felt. but at least she had those powers, and most of the intelligence. but also a fuckload of elitist and arrogant mentality, so she didn't much fancy sticking around clans too much. they were all ungrateful little whiners, except for a few. and meeting some of those few that were, to her, on her level, was odd and a new experience.
so the girl who was all that was left of the real lancelot in this realm and yet not lancelot but named after him was nervous. nervously sipping on her tea.
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Duncan was simply there for no particular reason.
[shadow=black,left]DR. MARTIN FREEMAN[/shadow]
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"Grandfather," Oberyn purred as he approached. The Warden dipped his head cordially to his grandparents before giving a nod of greeting towards Lancelot. "It's good to see you two. Welcome to Westeros. I see you've met my little sister."
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the short one -- martin, she reminded herself -- seemed rather... cheerful. she was not expecting benedict's chosen to be so emotional. "likewise," she spoke politely to him, as her red eyes analyzed him, looking for answers to her questions and scanning for weaknesses, as customary.
as benedict spoke, repeating her name with particular emphasis on her first, her smoldering crimson gaze shifted over to the former windcaln leader; out of reflex, a smug smirk fluttered across her expression. "artemis and atticus are my siblings; my sister tends to wander, and i'm unsure what hole my brother crawled into," she remarked, glancing bewteen each of her grandfathers.
as oberyn appeared, she grinned, returning his nod with one of her own. her family here was pretty much the only reason why she still lurked in westeros -- she was growing bored, something that seemeed to be an inevitable fact of her life.
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