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[size=8]Alistair had made good use of his first day in ColouredClan, he believed. He'd been very productive, and-
Okay, he was lying. He'd stumbled around a bit, spoken to a few people and generally tried to keep himself out of any immediate trouble - but that was more productive than causing havoc, he supposed.
The leopard was still unaccustomed to this sort of lifestyle; used to the nomadic wandering of a small party of individuals usually four strong, he was thrown in the deep end with this sort of world.
It wasn't as if he didn't like the loud environment of camp, though. He kept trying to tell himself that it was cosy, but the line between cosy and cramped was very thin, and he believed that ColouredClan might have crossed that line.
All the same, Alistair was trying not to complain, because it could he worse. He could be dead.
The Warden had been asleep, fatigue claiming him, and, naturally, he had experienced the nightmares of his kind again. Grey Wardens drank the blood of darkspawn to hear them in their mind and sense their whereabouts, but that did come with horrible visions and terrifying dreams that kept many awake, and, in the end, being a Warden sent people off the deep end, forcing them underground to essentially slaughter darkspawn in a maddened state until they died.
The Calling. How pleasant.
And Alistair, that night, had been sleeping, and had been grabbed by Blight disease. It wasn't actually a Blight, for no archdemon haunted his mind, but darkspawn twisted and roared and screamed, racing through the Deep Roads in search of another Old God to corrupt.
Their numbers were few after the last Blight, but they still kept moving underneath the earth, searching.
Luckily, due to this not being the first time, when Alistair jerked awake, heart thudding, he was not nearly as panicked as any of the times before, and he merely sighed, exhausted.
He recalled sitting there, patiently, explaining the dreams to Surana. He'd not slept that night, either. He'd not even tried.
It was his one area of expertise, darkspawn, and people out there still made him seem stupid in comparison, a naïve child.
The male exhaled, shaking himself out and exiting into the morning, squinting in the air. His head hurt a little, his throat tight, but that was just the effects of another Taint-induced nightmare. He'd be alright in ... in a moment.
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[size=8]" Holy Andra- M-aker's breath, Impavidstar! "
This was the second time he'd startled the leader from her perch, wasn't it? At some point, she'd break a bone, and then he'd likely get arrested for high treason, or ... something.
The leopard shifted backwards as she rolled to her feet, glad she hadn't died - he did, however, look sheepish at her words.
" I think we're cursed, my lady. "
Alistair responded with a melodramatic sigh and shrug. It was easier to do so, anyway.
" If this happens a third time, you and I have to get an exorcism together, okay? "
The Warden offered her a smile of greeting, unabashed and accompanied by a somewhat respectful nod - this was the leader, of course.
" Sorry about that, though. I didn't know you were there. "
He also hadn't been paying attention, because he'd not imagined anybody would've been lurking on the roofs as he fled the tendrils of another nightmare.
Looking, then, to Chasingrainbows - such a lovely name - Alistair nodded his head. Nice to meet him?
" Nice to meet you too. My name's Alistair. "
The bastard thrust out a paw for Chase to shake, still looking rather optimistic.
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[size=8]Dragging his attention from Chasingrainbows for a reluctant few seconds, Alistair took the moment to study Impavidstar almost incredulously, genuinely wondering if she'd taken all of his words seriously - he had been joking, honestly, about both the curse (curses weren't real unless a work of magic, and he would have spotted a mage!) and the exorcism (demonic problems weren't easily rectified by some simple words, especially if the demon was powerful enough to overpower an ex-Templar Warden and Impavidstar - she was a scary lady, and he had no doubts about her ability to squash minor demons, even ones from the Fade, which many people didn't seem to be aware of).
At the pun, Alistair perked his ears and snorted. At least she wasn't a total stick in the mud, anyway; he'd met too many of those for one lifetime.
" Oh, phew. Anyway, just in case, could you maybe scribe me a royal pardon in advance, just in case I do accidentally kill you, one day, and the entire clan wants my blood? "
He swore, he was joking; he wasn't being serious, and hopefully she'd not make some ominous statement about her inability to be killed by a mere mortal like him, because he'd honestly run away, if so.
Glancing to Trenchwarfare, then, the leopard would offer a paw, providing Chase had already interacted with him.
" Hey, there. I'm Alistair. "
She didn't look all that friendly, though. Was anybody here even nice? Were they all constantly serious? This wasn't a very good place for him to be, then.
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