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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to gifts we go~!"


    Honestly, her voice wasn't half bad, but Minaiben was too loud and boisterous to be anything more than amusing and slightly annoying in large doses. There was a basket perched precariously in her antlers, held aloft by the sweeping nature of her headpiece, and it was a miracle that the jumpy nature of her stride didn't knock the basket over. This was aided by the lack of breakable objects within the basket, and all of that culminated into a less disastrous situation than Minaiben was usually accompanied by.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"Hey, Minaiben Lavellan of Boneclan, here with some gifty-goos for all of... yous."

    		 Poetry: not a Minaiben strength. Eyes flicking upwards as she considered her words carefully; they weren't very clever, but with a shrug of her shoulders she brushed off her own oblivious stupidity. Head lowering, shifting the still-healing flesh between her shoulders as she gently laid the basket on the ground. Within, there was a few cuts of meat, a couple jars of blood, and a great amount of flower crowns. Also, a pumpkin. For reasons.




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    Gifts and a member exchange from BoneClan? They were certainly trying to get on their good side. The serval approached curiously, dipping his head to sniff at the jars of blood. "Heh. Thanks, these are cool." She was good in his books.
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    GENERAL;
    bloodpaw - bloodmage harbinger resurgam, male, apprentice, one month every 250 posts, bloodclan, black and red serval, deep red eyes, single, asexual, biromantic, #bcbloodmage15


    POWERS;
    none at the moment


    INTERACTION;
    moderate difficulty, attack in 970102, no kill, no maim, pm for capture or major injury, no mentor

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; height: 330px; background: url(http://a-z-animals.com/media/a…mages/470x370/jaguar6.jpg)][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; width: 240px; height: 250px; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; opacity: .75; margin-right: -10px][justify][size=11pt]Well the third tier would avoid the jars of blood like they carried the plague. But the other gifts were wonderful. "Thank you for the gifts! They are well received." Evangeline purred, limping over to the BoneClanner.


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    [color=white][font=arial]Jars... of blood. Why that was considered necessary, Melantha knew not. Had she been gone that long that Bloodclan adapted odd rituals that required such things? Not glass containers filled with stagnant, crimson liquid bothered her any. One does not grow up in the age of the cannibals and survive with a weak stomach. Kids nowadays, maybe that would bother them. Evangeline was a prime example. Melantha endured far too much, lived too long to even imagine herself squeamish and innocent ever again. Damn, now that she thought about it, she was middle aged now. What kind of f*cked up sh*t was that?


    The deputy prowled over so that her slender form came to a halt beside Eva. Curious, olive visionaries peered up at the halla, head tilted ever-so-slightly to the side. This girl, whoever she was, appeared a bit too jovial for Melantha's tastes. Well, an ally was an ally, even if they were low-key annoying. "Many thanks," she spoke, melodious voice raw and scratchy due to its lack of use. Wonderful. "My name is Melantha Faber - welcome. Do you require any refreshments?"

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"Eh, no problem. Just glad the damn birds didn't follow me here."

    		 Because naturally Minaiben had managed to peeve off a population of avians near Boneclan, adn they were usually plotting her demise. The young halla grinned at the thanks, though couldn't help how her gaze drifted past the Bloodclanners now and then. She didn't want anyone to notice, as the worry she felt about her absent brother should not have existed, and she shouldn't have been worry. None of that changed the fact that she was, and it wasn't a very subtle fact. Her eyes drifted off and then snapped back just as Melantha joined them. She grinned wide again, her usual expression that tended to make things easier to deal with.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"I'm alright miss, just thought I'd drop off the gifts, stretch my legs."




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    [justify][size=11px]" Minai? "


    It wasn't that the brown tabby Savannah wasn't glad to see her, but he was admittedly hoping for a week of complete isolation. He had come to BloodClan specifically to escape BoneClan, but if she was here, bringing gifts, then he would not refuse her. Making his way over beside two remotely familiar faces and Melantha, whom he had only seen for the first time at that very moment, Samriel settled comfortably beside Evangeline, perhaps only recognisable now by his eyes, his staff and the vallaslin. Still, unlike him, Minaiben had not changed bodies abruptly, which meant she was just as noticeable as always.


    " How are you? " he asked her pleasantly, his voice already sounding more content than it had in days. The feline sat up on his haunches and ran his right paw against his staff, emerald gaze curious.


    (Mobile & getting ready for school, sorry!)
    [size=2px][color=transparent] #samlavellan

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]So he was fine - that was good. Knowing this made her feel even sillier for having come here, so the halla simply dipped her head and tried to figure out the quickest way to get out of here and leave him alone. Grin not leaving her face, making whatever redundancy she was feeling hidden beneath the smile.
    "I'm fine. Just dropping off gifts."
    It was short, less of an explanation than she usually gave. She could recognize her brother, mostly by the vallaslin (something she hadn't yet received before abruptly leaving). She shuffled a little bit, shifting her weight from one hoof to the other before flicking her gaze off to the side. She should go now, she supposed. Turning back to the Bloodclanners, Minaiben let her smile etch itself onto her expression once more and she nodded, already turning to leave.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"Well, enjoy the gifts!"

    		 She then left, perhaps suspiciously quickly, but she wasn't great at staying in one place anyways.




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    kili / immortal / bloodclan / extreme / white metal scales / basilisk / all free powers / attack in white

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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor= transparent; width: 467px; color: white; font-family: times new roman;][justify][size=8]Oh, so he had been late after all. That was just too bad wasn't it. The great serpent slithered up with a keen look in his silvery black eyes. He peered down at the jars of blood with mild interest before he though of actually eating them. The glass would not make for a decent meal and he lifted the rest of his body forward just a bit. "Well, fare well...Boneclanner." He hissed giving a strange grin as he remembered that female.[/size]
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    [justify][size=11px]As she departed, Samriel stared with glazed eyes; he'd hoped for a small conversation, at the least, but she seemed more than eager to flee his presence. He wondered why; had he done something wrong? Had something happened whilst he was gone? The feline tried to decipher her odd behaviour but found, worryingly, that he could not, and so merely watched with an almost pained gaze as she took her leave. He was not used to her fleeing again so suddenly, and it almost hurt. Yes, he'd wanted to escape BoneClan's influences, but he'd always have time for his sister. This momentary exchange did not alter that, and he was disappointed to see her go. " Alright, Minai. Safe travels. " and he'd see her in just under a week, he supposed, when he returned. Samriel glanced plaintively after her, then turned to head back, himself. There was nothing there that he supposed he'd need, after all.


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    [size=2px][color=transparent] #samlavellan