A Little Part Killed Nobody[Joining, O]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#bea1d6][sub][size=9pt][font=georgia]This was definitely the place. The one with the civil war going on. It was kinda like what the humans did. America and Britain. Colonies and independence. And the timing was uncanny, both America and Dorne declared independence on the same day. But with history books aside, the young liger was looking to join this place. The insignia wasn't his cup of tea, and what's worse was that their library wasn't big enough for his knowledge hunting needs. Dorne had been around for a long time, hopefully they kept records of things. Seated neatly at the border, the white furred feline waited.

    It wasn't every day that one saw someone coming to the borders of the kingdom, albeit one so young. The Insignia scent rankled him, as they were one of the occupying forces in Westeros, brought by Lorina to police the kingdom.


    "Hello little one," Oberyn offered. His voice was friendly enough and he wondered what the little cub was doing here.

    [justify]Duncan strode up beside Oberyn, simply pleased to be in Dorne, he had planned to visit here quite some time ago, and... it pleased him to no end to actually have made it. Sure he could have come here when he was supposedly dead, but hell, who gave an actual fuck? Eh, he had taken a hiatus of sorts, and nobody had been the wiser, however he was back, and probably back for good, as he halted beside the Martell prince. Wonderful, simply marvelous.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:370px; margin-top: -13px;][hr]"Afternoon!" Neighed the stallion as he glided over with a smile on his face. "Who might you be? A bit young to be out by yourself." Stated the Yronwood lord with somewhat of a frown, a bang of bleached mane being tossed out of his face.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#bea1d6][sub][size=9pt][font=georgia]"Hello," he offered politely and inclined his head slightly in a greeting nod to those who appeared. The fact that the Insignia joined Westeros's side was unknown to him since he never spent much time in his birth clan's camp. He was simply not there when they announced it, or whatever they did. "My name is Faust and I would like to join." Was it still a cause? Because it seemed like Dorne was already pretty independent and un-harassed by whoever was in charge of Westeros now.

    "Joining? Welcome to Dorne then, Faust," Oberyn returned. Well, new joiners were common. He supposed that was a good sign. The Prince offered the liger a friendly smile. "My name is Oberyn. This is Duncan and Aiden. Do you need somewhere to rest?"