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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20pt; color: #F87531; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][align=left]Dirk Strider ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]Dirk was, admittedly, rather bored, seeing as he didn't have any friends to do things with. During his travels Jake had kept him company, along with Hal, but low and behold, he had no fucking idea where Jake was, which was just perfect. Good going Strider, lose your god damn fiance, why don't you. Dirk sat in camp, fiddling with the bracelet around one of his foreleg's ankles. It was gold, with an orange gemstone and red stones surrounding it. It was beautiful, of course, and the only thing that could entertain him right now.
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    #princeofheart2k15

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Kassi wasn't a social creature but sometimes, she forced herself to try and be one. Communication was an essential part of a well oiled, working clan and she was not about to shirk the duties that were required of her, especially since it was doubly required for a high position to do so.


    Finally deciding to approach the male after a lengthy mental debate with herself, the wolf would first give a curt dip of her head in greeting to him. "Are you settling in well?", she'd ask, her voice cold from the lack of emotion.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20pt; color: #F87531; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][align=left]Dirk Strider ♛[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]His attention snaps to the one who had approached him, recognizing her as one of the ones who had showed upt o his joining. Come to think about it, he hadn't seen anybody he hadn't met at his joining. That was fine by him, really, gave him less work in trying to meet everybody. This place certainly was smaller then ColouredClan, but again, a good thing. "Just fine, thank you." He drawled politely, nodding his head to her.
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    #princeofheart2k15

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]Approaching shortly after the arrival of Gavin was Ryan, who came up alongside the Brit as his river-like gaze fixed on Dirk intently, watching the male's movements and reactions. Some might consider it creepy, sure, but Ryan definitely enjoyed learning the tics of his Clanmates. Lowering himself into a seated position, Ryan offered a friendly but far from warm smile toward Dirk- Ryan didn't do the whole "mushy emotional" thing very well. "Something on your mind, or do you just have nothing else to do?" Ryan inquired, flicking his gaze down to the bracelet he had been fidgeting with. Ryan couldn't recall seeing the male with it before, although it might have just slipped past him: this was only his third or fourth time talking to Dirk, if even that.


    [hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * COUNCIL MEMBER * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
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