FORGET EVERYTHING I PROMISED && OPEN, JOINING

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Alistair had left SunClan because SunClan no longer sat right with him.


    But did BoneClan? Perhaps not, but it held a familiarity in one of its members that led him to wander, almost absently, from one clan to another, claws dragging against the earth as he gazed out into a territory he wasn't all too content with, but one that he would put up with all the same, because he needed to make it his new home. What possessed him to join Morrigan again on a twenty-four-seven basis was likely malevolent and probably just the crazy talking (that crazy being the Calling, what with the song getting ever louder, damn it), but here he was, all the same, acting on nonsensicalness, because that was what he did best.


    Saying nothing for the time being and instead looking for a patrol, the leopard pressed his lips together and rocked back and forth, humming a merry tune under his breath to distract from the shrieks in his head.


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    "i don't need your sympathy"
    "'cause i've got my own money!"


    [abbr= "morrigan" - female - one year, two months - advisor of boneclan - hard - fc is morrigan from dragon age ]tags[/abbr] - [abbr=the sight, telepathy, conjuration, flower prints, shapeshifting, scent manip, emotion manip, invisibility, ghostmode ]powers[/abbr] - [abbr= bad right eye, scar from being stabbed on her right flank (near her hip), various small scars ]injuries[/abbr]
    "speaking" - thinking - telepathy - attacking
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    How did this happen. Of course he was here.


    The Advisor had been prowling on patrol as per her usual routine, and had nearly managed to stumble onto him. "Just couldn't stay away, could you?" Morrigan chuckled, good eye looking him over. "What, Sunclan too dramatic for you?"
    In all honesty, him being here meant that they would never have to fight, and that thought was a little more than briefly relieving. The hyena shook her head, a grin finding her maw. "Alistair, your buisness with Boneclan?"


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]His eyes roved over Morrigan, and he couldn't say that he wasn't relieved that it was her who arrived first. " Your charm was too much for me to resist, Morrigan. I had to see you again. " he responded in a sort of sarcastic tone, before shrugging, absently. " In a way. It wasn't right for me. My business here is joining, though ... I guess that was pretty obvious. "


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    "i don't need your sympathy"
    "'cause i've got my own money!"


    [abbr= "morrigan" - female - one year, two months - advisor of boneclan - hard - fc is morrigan from dragon age ]tags[/abbr] - [abbr=the sight, telepathy, conjuration, flower prints, shapeshifting, scent manip, emotion manip, invisibility, ghostmode ]powers[/abbr] - [abbr= bad right eye, scar from being stabbed on her right flank (near her hip), various small scars ]injuries[/abbr]
    "speaking" - thinking - telepathy - attacking
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    "Ha, I knew it. Well; we have an auto-accept policy, so it pains me to say you're welcome here." The hyena snorted, with a flick of her rather short tail. Her dandelion eyes flicked over him, as she grimaced. "There's places in the Bone Castle that you can reside, if you so choose."


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    What kind of flirting ritual was this? Dorian was accustomed to the image of the boy pulling the girl's pigtails, but it seemed this was a highly amusing break to that pattern. Of course, Dorian couldn't say if there was truly anything connecting the two, but his imagination did love to run off with the simplest observations. The ebony lion languidly approached, gait smooth, lips twisting into their common half smile. "Assuming Morrigan doesn't gobble you up, do stay a while; I was just thinking I could use some entertainment around these parts. At any rate, Dorian Pavus, at your service." He bowed, the motion one he was wont to do, and he straightened to again rest his humored gaze on the fellow.
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    [size=24][glow=white,2,300][font=georgia]✘✘ [color=#000000]PISHACHA STORMUS[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background-color:black; height:17px][size=6pt][color=white]1 YEAR AND 9 MONTHS OLD | MALE | ELEMENTAL POWERS |[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-left: 10px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; border-right: 0px solid black; width:470px; padding:5px][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px][justify][sub][color=black]Huh these guys all seemed to know each other, how very interesting. At least some have ties in groups so to say. The serval approached, ears perked as he spoke up to introduce himself and welcome him "Pishacha Stormus is the name. Welcome to Boneclan."[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

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    we meet again, my old enemy


    " I've never felt more loved, " Alistair sighed, nodding his head in some attempted gratitude towards her, despite the fact that she was Morrigan, and he hated her. To a ... degree. She was still as witchy as ever, albeit a little less insufferable. Perhaps it was because she wasn't a permanent presence in his life — and yet, now, he'd just let her back in.


    ... Wonderful.


    Then turning to face Dorian, the leopard gave a half hearted shrug and a lopsided smile. " I'm more afraid of her turning me into a frog, if I'm honest. Or a cockroach. Maybe a mouse. Something she can laugh at, then step on. Maybe put in a jar on a shelf so everyone can laugh at me, as well. " he responded, nodding his head. " I'm Alistair, if you didn't hear. Pleased to meet you. "


    On hearing Pishacha — wasn't that a nut? No, no, that was a pistachio, never mind — Alistair again pivoted, nodding his head again. " Nice to meet you too, then. I'm guessing the Bone Castle mentioned is that great thing over there, yes? " he gestured to the structure in question.


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    [size=24][glow=white,2,300][font=georgia]✘✘ [color=#000000]PISHACHA STORMUS[/fancypost]
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    /Second last post for tonight, just needed to post again because idk pre-midnight rush?


    "Yeah it definitely is that thing there, you've got it pretty down pact already. Nice to meet you Alistair, guess I missed it myself in my rush to get over here" he responded, giving a dip of his head.[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
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    "i don't need your sympathy"
    "'cause i've got my own money!"


    [abbr= "morrigan" - female - one year, two months - advisor of boneclan - hard - fc is morrigan from dragon age ]tags[/abbr] - [abbr=the sight, telepathy, conjuration, flower prints, shapeshifting, scent manip, emotion manip, invisibility, ghostmode ]powers[/abbr] - [abbr= bad right eye, scar from being stabbed on her right flank (near her hip), various small scars ]injuries[/abbr]
    "speaking" - thinking - telepathy - attacking
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    "A beady little cockroach would certainly highlight your personality. Hmph. I'll have to keep that one in mind." The witch replied, with a small chuckle.
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