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    Dallas had been here a few days now and was growing increasingly more at ease with his new surroundings. This place was more lively than the Church had ever been and he didn't feel like the castle was going to fall down on him at any moment like he did with the asylum. That place had been bad news. Hopefully they'd moved out by now.

    The seal-point tom padded down the halls, occasionally sticking his head into open rooms just to see what was hidden within. Most of them were empty and a few seemed to be private living quarters. There were so many rooms in this place that he'd probably never even see them all.

    Exploring done for the day, Dallas bounded down the stairs and towards the ground floor. This seemed to be the central hub of activity for the clan and he passed by a few other animals with a friendly nod.

    The day was still young, but he was at a loss with what to do with it. He disliked being cooped up indoors all day because it left him alone with his thoughts and usually his thoughts focused on things he'd rather forget...like Miyu. God, how he missed that cat. He wondered where he was now. He respected the tom way too much to go chasing after him. He wanted to leave and that was his decision--much like Dallas's own decision to leave the Church after he'd stepped down. He supposed leadership did that to you.

    But damn, nothing could stop him from missing him.

    With a small sigh, Dallas headed out into the sunlight, ears perking up as the cool fall breeze brushed his whiskers back. Yes, it was much too good a day to spend indoors wallowing in self-pity.[hr][/fancypost]
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    Padding through the long empty halls and corridors of the castles brought back memories. None with malice, or dark in concept. Those thoughts he discarded. (Well, figuratively.)


    You see, he could never forget what happened to him, or all the lives that where lost. But he could move on. Noting one of the rooms, he'd take a step into his own. It wasn't even an actual room. Just a temporary place to sleep. A blanket unrolled in the corner of the castle, (On the hard floor.) a single pillow and a radio. One he used to listen to the hockey news. He sat down there a lot listening to it, mentally cheering his favorite team on. Though, at the moment Kuma had taken the little space all to his self, nibbling on some tuna as it listened to some radio drama.


    "Be good Kuma. I'm running out for a little bit!" He'd turn around to pad off, just before he caught the bear mutter 'Who are you?' under it's breath, mid way through a mouthful of food. "Oh! It's Mattie." He'd say the words with a bit of...defeat attached to them. The little bear always forgot who he was. "You know, the one who feeds you."
    Then again, he was used to it by now. Everyone just sort of...forgot who he was. And the small group who didn't where usually loud obnoxious hosers.


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    It was outside where he finally met up with Dalles, his violet gaze tired, but enthusiastic as usual. [color=#b04962]"Good'ai eh! Weathers nice, isn't it?" The feline had just padded through the castle door, welcoming the icy chill of fall. He'd pad down the slippery frosty stairs, taking a deep breath. He couldn't wait for winter to come to pass. His mind was still on other things, but the least he could do was meet up with a friend, and fellow sports enthusiast.

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    Having zoned out a little, he almost didn't even see Matt as he approached. The distant look in his eyes faded as soon as he spoke though and he turned to face the other feline with an embarrassed grin. "[b]Matt! Hey![/b]" he greeted cheerfully. "[b]Weather's perfect honestly. I'm trying to soak it up before, ah, winter gets here.[/b]" he snorted.

    He was no fan of winter truthfully. He was a summer kinda guy, a beach kinda guy. He'd never even been to the ocean but he'd had reoccurring dreams about sailing for months now. It was so oddly specific and he didn't know why exactly, but he had them nonetheless.

    [i]"We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came."[/i]

    He'd read that quote in one of the books back at the Church. It reverberated with him in an inexplicable way and he made it his life goal to see the ocean someday. How he would get there...that was something to think about.

    "[b]Sooo, how you've been?[/b]" he asked after a moment. "[b]Any sports victories?[/b]" he paused with a thoughtful frown. "[b]Wait, do you have a team?[/b]" The other tom's love for sports was evident by his knowledge of how to play football, so maybe he liked to listen or read about them too. Dallas didn't know much about actual sports teams besides what he'd read in some [i]really [/i]old newspapers back at the Church. For American football, he was partial to the Cowboys simply because they were based in his namesake Dallas, Texas.

    Other than that, he was clueless.[hr][/fancypost]
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