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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth: 500px][justify]Here he was.


    It was early morning, at least it was the last time Solomon checked; however, now that he was deep into the Bloodclan forest, it was hard to tell. No daylight streamed from the canopy of thick, dark leaves as the thin serval padded through the frosted grass. A thin gold necklace hung from his neck, bringing some contrast to his otherwise strikingly cold features. A loner at heart, why was the mercenary here? Well, it was only because that annoying fxck Kaiser recommended it. Ex-deputy, was he? As well as a piece of shxt, that guy, but... he and Sol got along, for the most part. Kaiser was a sex addict, he was told, however he was probably one of the smartest people Sol had ever met.


    The handsome male let out a breath, condensation thus forming in the air before him. Then, deciding that he was far enough on the territory to be recognized (and possibly attacked, if they held up their fierce reputation), he would wait.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; width: 440px; height; 10px][sub][align=center]There's magic in the air tonight, and anything can happen.
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    [align=center][color=transparent] #[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify]Edmund watched the rather attractive visitor with a keen eye, just because someone looked good, did not mean that they had any sort of intelligence, or tact. Perfect example for that, would be Finn... crazy good looking ass, terrible personality... well at least to Ed, seeing as the guy swore, and Ed had sworn... twice in xis life. "Greetings there." The polite black cat started, dipping xis head. Once xe had planned on leaving, even stepped down, but it looked like xe was still here... and xe had gained another position and all... woo. "Name and business please?" Edmund added, today xe was to bored to actually have more personality than a wet rag.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px][justify]Sol's eyes would raise to the thin figure in the onyx branches, calm and calculative. What was it she said? It took a few moments to compute. "Apologies." He answered simply. What was that accent? Danish, German? By now, it was evident that English wasn't his strongest language, however the dark serval wouldn't let that get in the way of his sarcastic streak. "I thought that the carcasses were for... decoration." He stated with a slight smile, not necessarily a friendly one, but he looked amused at the very least. Silver gaze transfered to Edmund. Name? Easy question. "Solomon." He responded informatively. Business? Now, that was a bit more of a challenge. English was annoying; people meant one thing, but the word sounded like hundreds of others. "Am I in Bloodclan?" He responded. Solomon himself knew how irritating it was to answer a question with a question, but he just wanted to be sure.

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;][color=#607B8B]"This is .. Bloodclan, yes." answered he, limping over with a plagued look, dark circles lining his eyes like a coffee mug left on a table for too long. "Whitedahlia," he introduced. "I go by W." Though his memories were foggy and short-distanced, his name was really all he could remember.

    [sub]Rhaegel was immediately interested in the accent which flavored the serval's words; the deep gray dragon, his dark charcoal scales appearing outright black in the gloom of the woods, came to a stop beside Whitedahlia. The Targaryen boy said nothing, though he did wave his slender tail slowly back and forth, curiosity blooming in his eyes. Inwardly he pondered on the phenomenon of accents and where Soloman was from - and why he was here, why he wanted to be in BloodClan. Was he going to become a member? Did he have a message?

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    'Twas not depression that locked her away from the rest of the world, or at least she did not think it to be so, but the sole remaining Faber found very little motivation to interact with the rest of the world. Her friends were gone, her love life ruined, and every day seemed to be just like the one before it. Why would she want to be out and about if there was nothing that made her feel like a real person rather than a long-dead spirit trapped in the land of the living, doomed to walk in the same boring pattern as it had in life?


    For some reason, the Bloodclan deputy found herself prowling the forest, almost like a criminal. She kept to the shadows, not wanting to be seen or heard or noticed in any way shape or form until she decided to. The North American predator had been at it for hours when the sound of voices danced through the empty space and tickled her ears. Defined muscles tensed, slender form freezing as Melantha's thoughts whirred. Did she stay here? Or did she go and investigate? It took but a fraction of a second for the lean cougaress to propel herself towards the origin of the sounds as a fast-paced lope. Upon her arrival, the lovely beast strolled into the group with a blank expression, pallid olive eyes flickering about inquisitively.


    "Are you joining or not?" Melantha asked, cold voice breaking through the annoying chatter like a knife to butter. Mel grew tired of all this prancing around. She would much rather get to the point so her day could continue in it's tasteless cycle. Her gaze focused on Solomon, a faint frown on her lips. Her clanmates could be friendly, but she was always suspicious, always prepared for betrayal. Her life had certainly prepared her for such things. The others could dislike her for her distant personality, but one day it would end up saving someone's life. If sacrificing her social status was required to do so, she would not have a second thought about it.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; line-height:95%][justify][font=cambria]His diamonds for eyes would scrape towards Whitedhalia, pricked ears following. He sounded uncertain at first, but Solomon didn't comment on that; it didn't matter, he got the answer he needed. "Yes, Bloodclan... friend recommended." Would state the serval, not really to anyone in particular. They were words aimed more to himself rather than anybody else. Another came, by the name of Rhaegal- Solomon half-expected him to speak like the rest of them, yet he did not. It left Solomon as curious about him as he was about Solomon.


    The next person who came was someone he was told all about. The infamous, the beautiful, the stoic Melantha Eris Faber. Kaiser would drag on and on abut this girl, the times they had, and uncomfortable details about their intimacy that Solomon would never understand, and yet Sol wondered where the life was in her. Of course, that was just a general question; he didn't actually realize that the cougaress in front of him was Mel. There was something about her, though, that he could relate to, besides knowing her boyfriend. The soldier had seen horrible things, and so had she. Yet as a soldier, one learns to detach themselves from emotion to keep from going insane. It looked like Melantha was doing the same thing, if it was up to Sol. Then again, Solomon didn't relate much to others. Even though he was an excellent mercenary, dodging fists and claws, he was still destroyed by the job psychologically.


    Enough about that, he thought to himself. It wasn't worth dreading what would always come to be. He focused on the words she used; he'd been staring at her for a good minute now, something these Bloodclanners would find rude if they were anything like the rest, so he decided to speak. "Joining," he reiterated, "what's the next step? Drinking blood out of a hallowed skull in the glorious name of Satan?"


    Even through his thick accent, it was very evident why he and Kaiser had been friends.

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    "Yes, lucky for you I happen to have one on standby," Pollux snorted as he sauntered over, staring at the smaller serval. He wasn't sure whether to hate this guy's sarcasm or to love it, so Pollux decided to go with neutrality on this guy. "Welcome to BloodClan, I'm Pollux - deputy number two alongside Miss Melantha here," the snow leopard grinned, attempting to annoyingly flick his co-worker in the face several times with his tail. It had been far too long since he'd annoyed Melantha, and so Pollux has lots of catching up to do.


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    [font=georgia]Heartbreakkid
    [i]fourth tier - [abbr=heartbreakkid, preferred nickname 'hbk', bloodclan && boneclan, 12 moons, reincarnation of commonwealth (ex-medic, shadowclan), companion is a harris hawk called chyna, dating evangeline, manages training]info[/abbr] - [abbr=super strength, shapeshifting, flower prints, invisibility, sound & molecule manipulation]powers[/abbr] - [abbr=difficult mentally and physically, currently not open for death or major injuries, private fight threads are appreciated but not mandatory to fight him]battle tags[/abbr] - [abbr=Leopard (♂, main), Hippogriff (♂), ]bodies[/abbr] - attack in #77DD77 - hub

    [hr][font=georgia]This guy seemed pretty cool. Whether or not he lived up to HBK's expectations then they'd probably get along just fine. What were those expectations? 'Agree with almost everything that I say, I am the better man, you can go home now. Plus some things about respect and all that crap, but right now he wasn't so focused on that. Instead, he had to introduce himself and act like everyone else would with joiners. "Hey dude, thankfully drinking blood out of skulls is only a past time and isn't required, but worshipping the devil himself is always recommended for a good laugh... name's Heartbreakkid, everyone calls me HBK so you can too, I'm a Fourth Tier around here,".

    [sub]Rhaegel was happy to hear he was joining; he didn't hear many accented voices and the opportunity to further listen to one appealed to him. The lean youth blinked as his Clanmates began their introductions and he offered a polite but largely unfelt smile, outright interest shining in his dark eyes. Courtesy was a habit of his, one he was loathe to break. [b]"Rhaegel Targaryen...welcome to BloodClan, Soloman. Do you need anything?"

    [align=center][color=transparent] #[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify]Edmund watched the male casually, flicking xis tail behind xim, as the animal spoke, consuming blood from a skull, as a ritual toast to satan? That sounded quite undesirable, and Ed was not really keen on actually responding to that part of the male's speech... however, the way he looked at Melantha sort of made xis heart kinda sink, so this guys was probably straight... or something... "Welcome to BloodClan." The black cat started, looking from Solomon to the ground, and then back to Solomon. "I am Edmund, though most call me Ed." Essentially everyone, and Ed was totally fine with that... though xe almost always called everyone by their full names, no matter what.

    [fancypost bgcolor=#000; border: none; width: 400px; min-height: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px;]SWEET LITTLE BABY IN A WORLD FULL OF PAIN ★[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: white; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;]Yes, Melantha had to agree with Edmund that the way Solomon looked at her was quite unsettling. The silence dragged on, making the deputy inclined to think the guy's brain had imploded and it was about to start dripping out of his nose. However, the charcoal hued serval was certainly correct in assuming that Melantha managed to detach herself from most things. Empathy, worry, passion - all with a few exceptions. It was her fear that drove her, the biting fear that never let her sleep or have a moment's rest. Oh what a coward she was.


    "Do I have something on my face?" the deputy asked coldly, discomfort creeping up her spine. As a more introverted being, that kind of attention was certainly not something she appreciated. As she spoke, Melantha noticed something odd about this Solomon fellow. His scent seemed... familiar? No, it was not his scent, but one that lingered on his fur like an allergen. "You spoke to Kaiser?" Melantha blurted out, her surprise moving her to a state of uncontrollable curiosity. Was it a coincidence that this mercenary happened upon her ex-lover before coming here? Or was there something more? Melantha kept her expression at one of only mild interest to disguise her... emotions.


    At the arrival of Pollux, the female scooted away from him lest she try to bite his tail off. That would not be professional, so she had to restrain herself. "We have an auto-acceptance policy. That means no fun joining rituals, nothing." Also literally anyone could waltz over and proclaim themselves a Bloodclanner. Thanks Starcouncil.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; line-height:95%;][justify][font=cambria]As the snow leopard appeared, Sol would shift his attention to him. Pollux, hm? He would offer the deputy a rather tentative smile as he completely violeted Melatha's personal space, as he was unsure whether or not he should find it funny. Part of him said yes, and the other part of him figured that his moral compass was fxcked up, but there was little Solomon could do about that now. "Good to meet you, Pollux and.. Melantha." Was the pause because he was connecting the dots? Or because he simply needed to figure out how to pronounce it?


    Before anyone had much time to freely speculate, HBK arrived. As for expectations? Oh, Sol could probably go with all of those. By definition, Heartbreak was probably a better man. Solomon was.. he was.. damaged. In a lot of ways. However, he was greatful for the fourth tier's accepting manner, even if the serval couldn't completely understand every word. "I might pass, thanks. Nice to meet you." He smirked, but only because his definition of the Devil was a certain variation of nationalism. That was a long, loooong story though. In summary? Fxck the government. His gaze transfered to Rhaegal.


    "I appreciate it." He said in response to his new clanmate's welcome. "I.. I don't think so. Thanks for the offer, though." Hah, what a lie. Sol needed a lot of things. He looked to Ed, who now, for some reason, appeared deflated. Edmund. That was a name he could recognized. "Edmund. I like it. Strong name." He said it differently, though; Ed-muwnt. It was no matter, he was just trying to be friendly. As for Sol's sexuality? Ha, that was a road very few dared to go down, including himself. A complete virgin, he was. Romantic and intimate experiences in general were extremely foreign to him, despite how much he'd want them. He simply lacked the humanity and was so detached from his feelings that it seemed to be an unattainable goal for the guy.


    He snapped away from his thoughts when Mel spoke again. Do I have something on my face? The serval looked to her, a little confused. As sarcastic as he could be, he still had a lot of difficulty understanding when others were being literal. "..Yes?" He responded. "Eyes and a mouth and a nose?" He completely misunderstood, but hopefully she wouldn't take it as him coughing an attitude with her. Then, she hit him with a question he really wasn't prepared to answer. Kaiser was weird, he... it was hard to describe his particular... wishes regarding his current status.


    "I don't know how to answer that." He somewhat blurted in response. What the hell did that mean? He went with it. "No joining rituals? What about rules, are there rules?" Yeah, that should distract her. You're an idiot. He thought to himself.

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    "No there ain't, except don't harm your clanmates," the three-pawed tiger grunted, approaching the group and standing near Pollux. A newcomer, hm? Maybe this one would stick around for more than a few days. He tapped his metal prosthetic on the ground, observing the melanistic serval thoroughly. "Name's Merle Dixon. Fourth tier."


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