Lets get the awkward part over with (M+G)

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    [justify]"I'll be doing a quick meet and greet for any interested," Gendry announced as a few NPC's gathered. When he felt there were enough, he started on his intro. "Good evening, my name is Gendry Mortem of the Mortem family. I'm the son of Serenade Mortem and I had a sister at one point. I take pride in everything I do, especially my clan, and my love of fighting goes way back. I hope to serve BloodClan well. Any... Questions?" [/justify]

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px; font-size: 10pt; width: 400px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -.6px] [justify]"No questions here, but it's certainly always nice to see a new face around here." A certain cream colored canine would mutter as he trotted his way over to the new comer. Bloodclan had been getting more and more joiners as of recently, meaning he'd have to try just as hard in order to keep up with all the names. "I'm Hadrian Mortis, it's a pleasure to meet you, lad."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia][justify]"It's wonderful to see somebody so excited to serve their Clan," she enthused kindly, approaching the male with a friendly reveal of her pearly teeth. She felt stiff, oppressed. And rightfully so- she would much rather snicker at this display. What patriotism, what a knight! She was almost embarrassed, but she seemed nothing but casual as she regarded him.


    As Hadrian flickered in her peripheral, though, the friendly mask she bore seemed to waver briefly. Images of a small wolf pup no older than six months, his wide eyes staring at her as he offered her a black orchid- God, she felt like tearing her own heart out at the thought. Peregrin Mortis. Pippin. Her stomach twisted. This all occurred to her in under a second, and afterwards it faded into her usual attire of expression, passive as she regarded the son of Russiansoldier- another bitter memory, specifically of how he had use her and countless other females as rebound against Melantha. Oh, darling memories, how they loved to poke and prod at her sanity.


    "Lovely to see you around again, Hadrian," she practically purred, and it felt so off-kilter that even she wanted to flinch. What had happened to free willed Missy, who takes a condor and taught him tricks, spirited Mossy who rode on Jace's back?


    Time, of course.