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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 450px;]Why was he still a 'paw when he eclipsed that age? Fuck, Scorpio didn't know. He didn't know why he was a loner, he didn't know why he was a 'paw, he didn't even know where the fuck he'd come from. Had he come from a clan? Must've, 'cause he was a 'paw, and that was a clan thing. Right? He didn't know. He just fuckin' assumed, which never really worked, 'cause the last time he assumed, he earned himself the many scars that littered his throat. The eyes were another thing.


    The canine had been on a merry little adventure when he came across some stone staircase. And he didn't know much, but he knew that staircases led up. So, when he tilted his head back, he-


    " Holy fuck. Floating islands. "


    Scorpio blinked. " Shit, don't see them every day. " he glanced left, glanced right, and then placed one paw on the first step. So far, so good. Nobody had jumped out and mauled him, or molested him. He shrugged his shoulders and took another step ... And another, and another, all the way up this staircase, until he reached the first floating island, and holy fuck, this was pretty amazing. He sort of wanted it all to himself.


    " Well, fuck me in the ass sideways with a cactus, this is fucking amazing. "


    It occurred to him, here, though, that perhaps this belonged to someone. I mean, floating islands didn't just appear out of nowhere, did they? Which meant he'd ambled onto some group's territory. " Shit. " and shit indeed, because he guessed he was a trespasser. Ah, well. He'd make amends. Maybe they'd let him live here, on their floating fucking islands.


    Fuck yeah.
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    Hm, well Penguin Joe was not one to swear and he almost never did it, though he also wasn't one to pass his views of the topic onto others. He really did not care how much one swore so long as he could understand them. And he could understand this male, if just barely. But what did annoy the penguin was the fact that he had blatantly traipsed into their territory without even thinking of a border. Thus, Penguin Joe walked over and stood in front of the male, lowering his visor and blocking his path. "Halt, trespasser. State your name and business, or move along." He said stoically, standing like a sentinel between the intruder and the rest of the territory. While it was good that he enjoyed the territory, or so it seemed, it was not good that he was so brazen about intruding on their land.

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    "Jesus, Calm down Joe. You sound like me half the time." Roy grumbled as he thumped along after the penguin. The hippogriff eyed him, his single eye blinking. He then switched his attention to Scorpion, waiting for the answer.



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    Penguin Joe grumbled slightly and lowered his blade a tad. "He just walked onto our territory! He clearly wants trouble, so let's give it to 'em." Said the penguin, though his voice calmed down a bit. He supposed this fellow probably didn't actually mean any harm, but one could never be too sure, and Penguin Joe was just following protocol.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Woah, a lot of cuss words there. Snow had never really had the desire to swear, but she didn't really care too much if others did. She just chose not to listen to their language. Besides, a lot of people said bad words these days anyway. What was there to get mad about?


    But yes, the islands were pretty cool. The territory was very diverse too, as there were many biomes surrounding the main island. Of course, there was also the old territory down below, but Snow didn't think many people went down there. She often did because she had been raised there many, many moons ago and she liked to take trips down memory lane from time to time.


    But the feline frowned as she stumbled across Penguin Joe and Roy. Were they having a scrap? A really silly scrap by the looks of it. The stranger hadn't even stated his name and business yet and people were already quick to judge, that didn't sound like the vice-leader at all.


    "Maybe not," the alabaster femme mewed softly as she padded over to join Penguin Joe and Roy. Who knew, maybe sir cuss a lot was joining or delivering a message. The deputy sat herself down and curled her ta

    Penguin Joe sighed slightly as Snowkit came over. Yeah, he was being a bit irrational. "Perhaps so.. but that doesn't forgive the fact that he is trespassing on our land. So, what say you in your defence?" Asked the penguin as he turned to the intruder, now having a calm and emotionless expression on his face. But honestly, for someone to just walk onto their land and start swearing, that seemed pretty hostile.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 450px;]Not the best image to give a loner, now, was it? Scorpionpaw glanced at the penguin, whom seemed ready to draw his sword and duel. Huh. It was difficult to take the guy seriously considering he'd just waddled up, but whatever. He wasn't here to fight. His swearing had been more appreciative than angry and hostile, and his expression was one of fiery intrigue, not of rage. All the same, the canine drew himself back, his teeth bared in a grin. Joe was ... Amusing, that was true. Though the other two weren't as much, but whatever. The teen could take that.


    At least, he believed he was a teen. Fuck, he was, like ... More than a year old or something, but that counted as a teen in his species. He wasn't old enough to fuck, according to his mama.


    Not that he listened to her every word. He just judged age on her cryptic sayings, so he assumed he was a teenager.


    " Trespassing? Fuck, sorry. Didn't mean to, like, waltz in. I'm just one guy, I ain't here to attack. " he assured them, plopping down on his ass. " I'm Scorpio. " yeah, like the zodiac. He was nineteen months old (not that he knew) and fit perfectly with the sign he represented. His 'paw name was really quite a mystery, though. He was technically warrior aged ... Seven months overdue and still flaunting a trainee name was pretty strange. Not that Scorpionpaw knew any of this. He'd probably change his name when he figured it out. " And I'm here to join this bitchin' clan. You live on floating islands? Sign me the fuck up to membership here, I mean- this place is pretty damn cool. "
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    Roy grunted, aiming to nudge Joe aside and take his place. "If your looking to join, there is still a auto-accept policy. Welcome to Blizzardclan. The names Roy Mustang Kano-Marvell. People call me Roy around here, Mustang or Colonel if they want to be formal as fuck." Yes, two can play at that game.



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    Penguin Joe's eyes widened and he raised his visor, revealing a seemingly harmless and innocent penguinish face. He rubbed said face with his wing, looking pretty guilty and as if he had just screwed up big time. This feeling was only increased by Roy's nudge. Damn. "Oh, well then.. Welcome to Blizzardclan! My name is Penguin Joe. It is a pleasure to meet you, Scorpio." Said the penguin, his voice quiet near the start of his sentence before picking up to an enthusiastic politeness. He seemed like a pretty nice guy, now that he didn't have the possibility of attacking. Well, that he probably didn't have the possibility of attacking. "Oh, and er.. sorry about that, fellow.." Added Penguin Joe as he stood there, still looking a bit guilty, though he managed to bring a smile to his countenance.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 450px;]As he was let in, Scorpio allowed a wider grin to part his lips, sharp fangs flashing his mirth. He rose up into a standing position, nodding to Roy. " Thanks, Colonel. " he quipped, tail swinging behind him. Yeah, he could deal with that. He was thinking about making a point of calling the guy ' Colonel ' just for the irony, and had yet to make his decision. Roy was an odd name, Mustang reminded him of horses ('cause he was a canine, he knew jack shit about the car), and Roy sort of didn't.


    Then glancing to the penguin, cracking up at his face, Scorpio held out a paw, maybe for a handshake, or a fit bump, or something. Whatever Joe wanted. " Hey, no hard feelings. I get it, I just showed up like I own the place. 'S totally cause to go ape shit on my ass. Just glad I didn't have to feel the back of your, err, wing. Flipper. Thing. "
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