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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;]Estella Stone[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]GRAVECLAN — OIONOS — [abbr=16 moons physically, goddess of passion and loyalty, single, no apprentice]INFORMATION[/abbr] — [abbr=Invisibility, all free powers, memory manipulation, shapeshifting]POWERS[/abbr] — [abbr=Attack in hex code 617D8E, no kill, ask for capture or maim]INTERACTION[/abbr] — [abbr=Mother to be, yet to ascend to be the Maid of Rage]OTHER[/abbr]
    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Estella paced back and forth a few steps parallel to the border, looking torn but determined at the same time. The new mother had made a promise, one which she wanted to keep but wasn't sure if she couldn't now that Trop was gone; one that had brought her back to The Militia. The demigirl was well aware of whom she would need to talk to, but that didn't make her any less nervous about the conversation.


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    [color=transparent] #stellahere


    [shadow=white,left]♜ WHITEFANG ♜[/shadow]


    (( I'll worship like a dog. ))
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    -- The massive wolf came trotting up, scenting Graveclan his fur bristled only from force of habit. He force it down, and he grinned. "Hey Estella, something wrong?" he asked cocking his head and pricking his ears forward.




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    #dustylooky

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=silver; border: 0px; width: 400px; height: 200px; color: black; font-family: courier; font-size: 8pt; overflow: auto;][justify]Paperpup approached beside his father, taking a seat next to him as his bicolor optics studied the GraveClanner. He had no clue who this Estella person was, so he was quite curious and wary. The melanistic wolf angled his ears toward Estella, waiting for her answer.
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    Octoberghost said nothing, only breathing softly as he padded over without a sound. He smelled someone new, someone unfamiliar. A visitor? What were they here for? The albino lingered nearby, listing attentively.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;]Estella Stone[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]GRAVECLAN — OIONOS — [abbr=16 moons physically, goddess of passion and loyalty, single, no apprentice]INFORMATION[/abbr] — [abbr=Invisibility, all free powers, memory manipulation, shapeshifting]POWERS[/abbr] — [abbr=Attack in hex code 617D8E, no kill, ask for capture or maim]INTERACTION[/abbr] — [abbr=Mother to be, yet to ascend to be the Maid of Rage]OTHER[/abbr]
    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]The lean feline sighed, but forced a smile as just the one she had wanted to see appeared. "Hey, Whitefang. Nothing is wrong, per se, but I made a promise a long time ago. You know how I was pregnant the last time we spoke? I've had my kits, and I promised the "father" that some of the litter would come to The Militia for her to care for. But now Trop is MIA, and I was wondering if you would be willing to take up a parental role if some of the litter do choose The Militia."


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    Hmm, take up a parental role? Well why not. "Well yes, I don't see why not." he grunted nodding.


    //I was gonna suggest he could do that mindreader!

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=silver; border: 0px; width: 400px; height: 200px; color: black; font-family: courier; font-size: 8pt; overflow: auto;][justify]Paperpup raised an eyebrow, unamused, but didn't let it show through the rest of his features. "So they'll be my... Adopted siblings?" The pitch black wolf inquired, tilting his head slightly. Oh gosh. He hoped they wouldn't fucking noisy like the rest of the kits in The Militia.
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    5 MONTHS & HARD & NO KILL/CAPTURE & HOVER FOR POWERS[/fancypost]



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 125%][justify]As one of those noisy kits, Suburbankit was a bit more enthusiastic about the idea of others his age coming here. He hadn't made many friends here so far, if any at all. A bunch of kits -- pups, whatever, they were the same thing to Sub -- were a bunch of new opportunities, to put it simply. Since there seemed to be plenty of conversation going on, the kitten felt no need to add to it; he merely padded up and sat in silence, stuffed dragon held tightly in his mouth.
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    [color=dodgerblue]× × ×

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    "hey estella." she greeted to the familiar graveclanner, didn't she have a thing with trop. huh. "so i'll have more siblings?" she inquired with a small smile, that was interesting. she liked siblings and all. how many did she have now? a billion probably. and wait, whitefang was the father? okay well, that was interesting.


    [c] hipster #lemmyisameme