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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: #90613b; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;]Damian strolled along, knowing full well he was on a clan's territory. He could smell it, clear as day, and the curious wolf couldn't help but wander, wondering what would happen to him. He was young, having been born only 7 moons ago, and he had gotten lost from wherever he'd been multiple times. Fact was, this long-legged canine could never get enough, no matter which group he joined, or who he associated himself with. For once, he was searching for somewhere to stay, somewhere he could make a place for himself, and since he was on clan territory, he figured this'd be a place to start. Well, as long as they weren't hostile- but if they were, so be it. Damian wanted something interesting to happen.


    The maned wolf stopped walking and sniffed the air, waiting patiently for another creature to appear.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: #90613b; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;]Finally, another being bounded over to Damian, and he grinned his devilish grin. "I'm Damian," he started, giving the stranger a once over, scanning them with his dark eyes. "As for business, I'm curious, I've never seen the likes of you before." Damian sported another grin before cocking his head, waiting for a reply.

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    A sigh left her maw as she came upon the scene and she glanced at Mysteries. Who was he? Turning back she fixed her hazel gaze on the maned wolf before she sat down. "You are near Boneclan territory. Are you wishing to join Damien?" The elven huntress spoke with a neutral tone.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: #90613b; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;] "Boneclan, huh?" Damian sat, and paused for a while, thinking of what joining a clan again would have to offer him. He had never been fiercely loyal to anything in his life, more willing to drop anything for something better. Then again, he was still a young wolf, barely out of his stages of being a pup. In this case, a clan might be just what he needed to put an end to the drudgery of being alone. Maybe, just maybe, there'd be someone of interest in this clan of theirs, and it could be a place for him to grow and thrive, if only for a while. "I'll give it a try," he replied, his grin not fading.

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    It was always good to get a new member or two and introduce them into clan life. She remembered her first steps into one herself and it had been a bit of a change to be honest. She was still getting used to the sounds that some animals made. "Welcome then. I am Tauriel. If you need anything don't be afraid to find me." Her body pushed up to rise to her paws and she stepped back to let him pass.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: #90613b; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;]Damian stood on his long, spindly legs and moved like a puppet on strings past where Tauriel stood. Then, deciding he didn't want to come across as rude to someone possibly important, he turned, dark eyes peering over a bushy red tail. "Tauriel," he spoke softly, blinking his eyes slowly in thanks. "It looks like this clan will be interesting, to say the least." Then, quickly, he turned and made his way into BoneClan territory.

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    [align=center][font=impact][size=28pt][color=#0099cc][shadow=white,right]ULULARE[/shadow][glow=#0099cc,2,300]
    [size=20pt]ETERNITE-MORTIS-EREBUS
    [size=8][font=andale mono][color=white][glow=black,2,300]The Noblelands • Hard
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    [justify][size=10][color=#0099cc][font=andale mono]"Don't be afraid to ask her, but be afraid to ask me." Ululare barked, before he realized the trouble everything was about to be. "Shit. Damian and Dorian. Let's just all get confused right now." Sighing, he turned and flicked an ear, "Good luck here, kid, I'm Ululare." And then he was out.