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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 290px; width: 160px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/cQSe2C4.png);][/fancypost][font=georgia][color=#4DD5CC]minaiben lavellen + single lady [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben was just getting the frigid water out of her coat, the white finally visible, free from the grime she had washed off. She didn't feel clean, but she liked bathing now. It was... nice, it felt good to scrub and feel the water wash off of her. It was peaceful, and a moment alone that she legitimately appreciated.




    So, for once, the halla actually seemed... alright. She felt okay, shaky and weak but not as though she was imploding upon herself. She was quiet, uncharacteristic for the young ungulate, but nice nonetheless. Minaiben tilted her head upwards, taking in a deep breath and allowing herself to relax for a moment more.
    This wasn't going to last, was it?




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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height:; width: 330px;][size=7pt]Epsilon[justify][font=times new roman][color=lightsalmon]
    Epsilon had taken quite a liking to trolling other clans. The body he was in was anonymous, carrying no tribe scent at all. So he was safe. On top of that, this body was disposable. Nothing could go wrong! The landlord, currently in a very small body--that of a young chickadee, perched mere feet away from the poor Boneclanner.


    It was about then that Epsilon realized he had no plan. Good thing he [i]did[/]i have the conjuration power. The landlord conjured a bunch of confetti, aiming to have piles and piles of it fall onto his victim. Rainbow confetti. Hell yiss. "So self-centered. Dang. Confetti-fying yourself like that. No shame," he shook his head, speaking up despite his quiet, chirping voice. "I bet you think you're the greatest. Probably plotting to overthrow your leader. Tch. Egotistical. No shame, no shame."



    [size=7pt][color=black] #epsilonwashere [/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 290px; width: 160px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/cQSe2C4.png);][/fancypost][font=georgia]minaiben lavellen + single lady

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]The slight moisture left in the halla's fur wetted bits of confetti, ensuring they stuck to her even if she moved. For a moment, the whole world was blocked up by tiny squares of colour, some lit by the sun and others darker than their sunlit counterparts. There were a few moments in which Minaiben didn't move, a few moments that she remained perfectly still, as though the confetti had turned her into a statue.


    Then, a quiet deep breath sounded and she spoke loudly, brown gaze flicking about to try and find the culprit.
    "Are you kidding me?"
    She tossed about her head, freeing herself from the confetti before her ears flicked and tuned into a small chickadee.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"I should have known it was a bird. Flying demon!"

    		 Announced the halla before dashing towards the feathered deviant, antlers swinging.




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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height:; width: 330px;][size=7pt]Epsilon[justify][font=times new roman][color=lightsalmon]
    Oh, this was great. Epsilon had to keep up appearances now that he was a leader, och it was nice to let loose like this again. He let out a shrill laugh of some sort as the halla charged him. "What're you gonna do, ass-cactus? Good luck flying with those antlers," he jeered, launching himself into the air and fluttering just above the enraged Boneclanner. He conjured cartons of milk this time, aiming to drop a crapload of it onto Minaiben. He was sure she'd have a great time getting all that out. Oh, this was great.



    [size=7pt][color=black] #epsilonwashere [/size]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:11px; color:white; text-align:justify;]The soft feline had to bite down on his own lip so that a laugh didn't escape from his mouth. He thought that it was pretty funny, Minaiben having bad luck with birds and constantly getting tormented by the winged devils. 'Ah, no. It's not funny! Ugh, it's cruel.' Kaijū thought with a frown developing on his maw. He was momentarily disgusted in himself for finding something like that funny before he slowly limped over to the two, nearly losing his balance. "Uh - um, could you please no-not mess with my friend?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:420px; font-family: helvetica; font-size:9px; text-align: right;]love cal[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 290px; width: 160px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/cQSe2C4.png);][/fancypost][font=georgia]minaiben lavellen + single lady

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"Ar tu na'lin emma mi, seth'lin!"
    In what was probably the longest string of Dalish the halla had ever spoken about Boneclan, Minaiben managed to sound every bit like the hero of an adventure before they set off, the war cry of a warrior before a hearty battle. Despite the soreness of her throat, she managed this accompanied with a rearing onto her back legs, antlers swinging to try and knock the bird out of the sky.
    Then there was milk everywhere and the nostrils on the bruised elk flared in protest. She gathered herself in a moment, tossing a grin on her face as though that would help to keep the pleasant image she had about Boneclan.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"Aw, we're friends? Wait, the feathery demon is still here. Seth'lin!"

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    [size=11px]currently a domestic feline ☆ staff appearance ☆ information ☆ powers ☆ [abbr=brown tabby with alternate june vallaslin (main) / brown, furred, coyote-sized dragon / mutated white elk (halla - birth body) / regular coyote]bodies[/abbr] ☆ tags[/size]

    [justify][size=11px]" Leave my sister alone, please. " Samriel tried pleasantly, swinging the staff from its sheath at his back and into one paw as he approached, now wandering over on three limbs with the other crooked to cradle his weapon, mismatched eyes on Epsilon, wondering what had possessed him and inspired him to dump confetti on the halla. He would have reacted swiftly, but there was no real danger posed to Minaiben, and so he merely waited for any sign to join in on her attack, head tilting. At her insult, a brow arched -- thin blood? It had been a long time since he had heard that, having been accustomed to a different slur aimed at him, and it was amusing to hear it once more. She seemed capable of words, however, which was ... Good, even if they were Dalish, thus a sign of decrease in willpower, which meant he expected to have to intervene at some point. Still, until then, Samriel would wait, blinking.
    [size=2px][color=transparent] #samlavellan

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; height:; width: 330px;][size=7pt]Epsilon[justify][font=times new roman][color=lightsalmon]
    "What, didn't even know you had friends? Are you always that pathetic?" The chickadee jeered, fluttering around a bit more before finding a branch several meters away to perch on. As the next one entered, he let out a short twitter of laughter. "Well, since you asked nicely," he snickered, once again using conjuration to this time summon a vast amount of bouncy balls to hopefully pelt the halla. "Au revoir, suckeeeers!" he bid farewell very politely as he suddenly shot off of the branch and away from the scene.



    [size=7pt][color=black] #epsilonwashere [/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 290px; width: 160px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/cQSe2C4.png);][/fancypost][font=georgia]minaiben lavellen + single lady

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben tilted her chin up in the air as the nasty birdie seemed to prepare to leave. Thank goodness for Sam, who apparently was charismatic enough to convince the feather demon to leave this place. True, she could have been nicer but birds were not friends. So when the avian prepared to leave, Minai was truly grateful.


    Naturally, he had a parting gift, and the halla found herself having to remain quite still in case she tripped over one of dozens of bouncy balls that had rained upon her. She shut her eyes against the hail and waited for the worst to be done before she flared her nostrils and tossed her antlers, loosing what had gotten caugt in their tangles.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"Is it any wonder I call them feathery demons? I have never met a nice bird."

    		 This milk would rot if she left it in her coat, she was sure of it. Lowering her head to cast a smile to Sam, Minaiben decided now would be a good time to whine a little bit.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"I had just bathed. Just."




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify; width: 440px;font-family:arial;line-height:13px]Trevelyan cast Epsilon a glance as the male passed by him, unaware of the hostility that had been presented between the domestic and the halla. Giving a flick of his tail tip, the Bandit turned his gaze back to the others be speaking, "Hello." Not exactly a flashy entrance, but he was never one for not being modesty... Sometimes.

    [size=11px]current appearance ☆ staff appearance ☆ information ☆ powers ☆ [abbr=brown tabby with alternate june vallaslin (main) / brown, furred, coyote-sized dragon / mutated white elk (halla - birth body) / regular coyote]bodies[/abbr] ☆ tags[/size]

    [justify][size=11px]Samriel brushed his paws off and leaned back as the bird pelted his sister with balls, aiming to send a gust of wind their way and veer them off course before many hit her. " Well, now that's over with ... Minai, how come these things only seem to happen to you? I never get attacked by rogue birds. " the feline exhaled at her whining, then. " Would you like me to splash you, then? I can always splash you. " ice and fire did make water, after all. He could wave a limb and have her soaked head to toe in an instant, and then she would be just as clean as after she bathed, and before the milk incident. Honestly, he was done with these events, now. He was so used to them that he no longer bat an eyelid at the situations.


    He glanced curiously to Trevelyan as he approached, then his gaze slammed into the ground, and Samriel exhaled, shakily. Funny thing, mood. It changed so quickly, it was utterly delightful. He decided to dimly ignore this man and instead look to his sister again, because she was far easier to address. Besides, he was certain the Bandit's greeting had not been aimed at him, so he was safe. " I'm sure there are nice birds somewhere, Minai. What about the ones that didn't attack you? " when they were with clan Lavellan, of course. That small amount of tiny birds, when Minai was but a child.
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