the dragons eye sees all [OPEN/JOINING]

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    [color=black]TORE & FINALSTRIKE
    male - raccoon hybrid - 16 Months - very difficult - rider of Finalstrike
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    Tore had never seen a place like this before. From the back of his Night Fury the raccoon could see the entire layout of the Windclan territory down below. While the immense greenery made for a rather natural look, the towering buildings burried beneath them did not, and the result was an oddly beautiful clash of wide concrete roads covered in moss, skyscrapers ensnared in greenery that stood taller then the trees. "It's beautiful." he breathed through the bandanna that covered his face, a low rumble -almost cynical- sounding from the jaguar sized beast beneath him. There weren't many that did this kind of high flying unless they were in possession of some wings themselves. As it were though, tore trusted the Night Fury he was riding with his life, and he was pretty sure the feeling was mutual.


    With a signal to the Night Fury beneath him the pair would swoop low and circle back before coming to a stop on the Riverclan border. "Behave yourself." he said as he slid off the pale colored Night Fury, though there was an affectionate tone to the warning. Though it was impossible to see thanks to the bandanna he wore there was a small smirk on the males face as he patted the beasts neck. Someone would be by soon, no doubt. From there it was just a matter of joining and settling in.






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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]"Name and business, please!" The kitten called as she roamed over, gaze darting curiously between the two forms. Joiners, perhaps? They looked interesting indeed.


    [color=black]TORE & FINALSTRIKE
    male - raccoon hybrid - 16 Months - very difficult - rider of Finalstrike
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    He could hear his dragon shift behind him, and knew they would be focused on the stranger making their way over. Pulling the black bandanna off of his face so as to appear rude, he'd give Finalstrike one last pat on the nose before muttering "Stay." and walking forward a few paces to meet the stranger. Getting too close to the Night Fury wouldn't be the smartest move on the others part, but the black and white hybrid was trained well, and wouldn't break from where he stood unless his Rider came under threat."Hey." the raccoon would say, lifting a hand in a curt wave. "My name's Tore, and this is Finalstrike. We'd like to join, if possible."






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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Wow? A raccoon? Eyes widening, she stared at him for a moment, taking in his appearance. She had never seen an animal like him before.


    Alas, she soon snapped back into reality when she realized she was just staring at him with her jaws parted. "Oh, yes, welcome." The brown tabby said hastily, her smile lingering. "I'm Camerakit. It's nice to meet you, Tore." She peeked around him to blink at the other form. "And Finalstrike."

    The limping serval kitten made his way next to Camerakit, looking at the large dragon and its rider with large, almost awe-struck silver eyes. He had seen many strange creatures, hell even his half-sister was a t-rex. But this was something else entirely. "H-Hello." Fidem spoke, a little intimated by such a huge creature.


    [color=black]TORE & FINALSTRIKE
    male - raccoon hybrid - 16 Months - very difficult - rider of Finalstrike
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    "It's nice to meet you too, Camerakit." Tore would reply, Finalstrike letting a dismissive snort escape his nostrils as the kit leaned around to regard him. "Don't mind that grump. He's always in a bad mood." he added with a somewhat sheepish smirk, gaze shifting to land on the limping serval kit who was approaching. "Hey. I'm Tore. Mind pointing us toward camp?" he asked, making his way back over to his Night Fury, smoothly slipping into the makeshift saddle he'd made. "We shouldn't have much trouble finding it."






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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]Whoa, another dragon! The canine hobbled over as quickly as possible with a wagging tail, gaze fixated on the dragon. "Whoa, you got a saddle for 'im! Cool!" Said the Honorguard enthusiastically. Did the raccoon make it for the Night Fury? He wondered if he could make one for him. Nah, it'd probably just be easier to conjure one up once he found another one for reference. "Oh, the camp is that-a way!" Icarus said, turning around and pointing back from the direction he came from before adding, "Welcome to WindClan."


    [color=black]TORE & FINALSTRIKE
    male - raccoon hybrid - 16 Months - very difficult - rider of Finalstrike
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    A bit to his surprise it was a the third arrival who offered him directions on where to find the camp, his enthusiasm appreciated. "Had to modify an old horse saddle, actually. Those first few rides without one weren't fun." he'd reply, and in more then one way. The chaffing, the lack of control, the pressure it put on your legs to properly grasp Finalstrike. It was a real pain, and it limited how fast they were able to go. Something else the other said caught his interest too. Another dragon? "Do you have other dragons here in Windclan? I'm Tore, by the way, and this is Finalstrike. He's not too friendly though, so I have to ask you give him his distance."






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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]"Ah right. I'm a dragon too. Well, kinda." The golden retriever said. He took a few steps back before he begun to transform into a large dragon. Which he kind of regretted, seeing as the change caused a bit of pain in his shoulder before the wound seemed to disappear. It was something that happened whenever he transformed. Wounds tended to stick to just whatever body he happened to receive them in.


    "Ta-da! Oh, I'm Icarus by the way. Nice to meet ya Tore, Finalstrike~." He hummed happily, blue optics fixated on the two. He kept a bit of a distance away from the Night Fury, as Tore had advised. Wouldn't want to get into a fight with his new clanmate, he already almost did once, not too long ago actually.


    [color=black]TORE & FINALSTRIKE
    male - raccoon hybrid - 16 Months - very difficult - rider of Finalstrike
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    OOC- Sorry it sucks, going to bed soon
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    His gaze would turn interested as the other explained before transforming. Neither he nor Finalstrike had the ability to do that. The idea of his Night Fury transforming into a different type of dragon was almost impossible. They'd been together for as long as he could remember. "That's impressive, Icarus. Perhaps one day Finalstrike and I will have powers like that as well. It certainly would be useful."







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