I found home[Joining, Open]

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How stupid of them. They would attract walkers instead of live beings. "Name and business."
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Primrose snorted. "You're in The Exiles, pal." The female twitched her claws, eyeing him.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]"It's a place where loners and rouges alike band together to form a clan of sorts. We hunt, fight, capture together. We all live in one big castle." He said, though that was a partial lie as he slept in the wooden watchtower that overlooked the forest. Taking a seat besides Primrose, his ears snapped up at the moan and he was on his paws, stealthily creeping forwards only to see a walker stagger out of the bushes, towards him with outstretched paws. He swings his machete, dark blood spraying forwards, the walker collapsing. Rick takes a step back. "I'm Rick Grimes."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 390px;][sup][color=#007221][font=verdana][size=10]Hm, an odd way to phrase things, huh? Well, at least it was more interesting than the rest of the garbage that tumbled out of other joiners' mouths. "[b]If that means you're joining our ranks, go right ahead. I am Belial- it's a pleasure." Deadpanned the demon as he made his way over to the border. The demon allowed his emerald orbs to focus in on Snowbush, examining him with mute interest. Bel's emotions toward joiners were seemingly random, really, but it seemed this time Snowbush had won the draw.
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[size=8]" Wait, what are we fighting again? How many problems does this group have? Oh, bugger it all. "
Chairman Meow was honestly very tired of all this, and he'd been there for less than a week; all the same, he would take a stand and fight for these savages if need be, because he still held the foolish hope that his friends were here.
Honestly, he was starting to lose faith, and wanted to head back to the garden, but if nothing else, he knew that he could always go and actively look for them. There was a small nagging that suggested they'd been killed, all the same.
Potcat shuddered at the thought, then glanced around in the directions of the unnatural sounds.
" Again, what are we fighting? "
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; background:url(); width: 250px; background-position: center; overflow: auto; height: 140px][justify][color=white]"they don't do much." sans snorted as he came over, hearing talk of these 'walkers'. he had no idea what they were, personally, but this person seemed. and since he didn't see any yet, he assumed they weren't doing anything. "but anyway, welcome. name's sans. sansserif."[/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; background:url(); width: 250px; background-position: center; overflow: auto; height: 40px; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px black][align=center][color=lightblue][font=comicsans][size=14]SANSSERIF 3 moons (ages 1 moon every 100 posts) ; hard ; exiler