sway // open, meet and greet

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]The slim canine had been exploring his new home. It was a change from what he was used to -- he never really cared for the water, and now he lived on it. However, the cruise liner enticed him; he'd never seen anything of the like. Before joining, he slept under the protective cover of trees or burrowed in a snowy tundra. He'd seen a lot in his short-spanned life so far, so hopefully the excitement wouldn't die down. Not yet, at least.


    While walking through his camp, he'd heard calls for meet and greets. It appeared they were just as they sounded -- one called for it, and others appeared and introduced themselves. Thinking it would be a good way to get to know the people he would be living with a little better, Void cleared his throat. "Would anyone care for a meet and greet?" He asked, tone dull.

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    Ah, it appeared he'd missed a joining, although he was present for this, so it wasn't detrimental to learning his name. "Hello, there, and because I was not there to greet you into the clan, welcome. Dorian Pavus, how do you do?" The male bowed, and after straightening he inquired,"Who might you be?" There was an abundance of interesting people joining lately, he'd noticed, and a lot of them were settled somewhere on the other side of the personality spectrum in contrast to Dorian. Perhaps that was only outwardly the case, though he wasn't about to go and ask for their true colors.
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; text-align: justify]The odd optics of the canine landed on male, narrowing slightly as he took in Dorian. He was a little odd -- somewhat formal and social. The little bow of his followed soon by straightening himself and regaining the posture he lost momentarily only backed up his thoughts. Of course, he was only just meeting the male; he could be totally wrong. But until he was disproved, he would continue believing what he did.


    "Thank you," the strangely-colored wolf began in regards to the warm welcome. "I am Voidheart." He continued, allowing a warm smile to melt onto his maw. It didn't quite meet his cerulean gaze, but he wasn't trying to fool anyone. "I'm doing well. And you?" He asked, tilting his head lightly as he spoke.

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    Dorian was social, though formal was a tricky word to use as a descriptor for the lion. His speech tended to use a vocabulary that seemed more typical of a society in which everyone spoke politely and with little attachment to what they actually said, and the bows were certainly in that genre, but he was a creature of habit, and being raised on a certain vocabulary and etiquette never left. Although that wasn't to say he was formal- in no manner was he aloof. He tried to be as friendly as he could without being overly so.


    "Voidheart. I'm glad to hear you're of good health, because I am as well, and it is not fun when you are the only one enjoying yourself." His mouth quirked. "Have you gotten acquainted with the territory yet? I only ask to make certain you aren't getting lost."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 430px; text-align: justify;]Reyna came up beside Dorian, giving the lion a little nod of recognition before fixing her amber optics on the other canine. She tipped her head to the side as she looked at him, studying him with curiosity in her gaze. The wolf gave him a small but genuine smile - it was good to see new joiners. When a gap in the conversation came up, she spoke up. "I'm Reyna Deerling," she said, voice polite but still rather businesslike, "I hope you're liking it here ."


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