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    [glow=white,5,300] Peter the Unicorn [/glow]


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    "hello there!" Peter called out finding someone on the border who could not be fully unfamiliar. Blizzardclan he knew by scent by now though a mix of generally unwanted situations, that were a long story all togeather. The unicorn goat was glad to see a clan that had been recently turned to allies more officiallt stopping by too. "Peter leader of radicalclan at your service, how can we help you today." Maybe the goat was being a little formal more than need be but be had always been a bit of a servant leader type.

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    Peter Veritana • Man Made Unicorn
    Girgentana goat • 3 years
    Radicalclan • Leader
    Medium-hard • No battle powers
  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: #FDBC7A; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;]The tom for once actually jumped a bit in surprise but they pushed it down, they had never seen a creature like Peter before and well there were many more creatures to meet since the time they had been perished. Appy removed the awful look on their face and listened, they needed to remember that alot has changed and they doubted a single being that harmed him from back then even lingered here anymore. "I am Apollo Simul Stamus, i've come to visit my old home. I had been under Stella's old rule." Then another register of surprise. A male leader? Apollo was dumbfounded by that ears sitting straight and gaze never leaving the goats. "Males are now in charge here?"[/fancypost][CENTER]


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    [glow=white,5,300] Peter the Unicorn [/glow]


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    peter had not been here when she lead that was for sure, but a simil stamus, he knew that name well. It had been a great family in the elite at one point, before the elite had been made gone. "Glad to see that family's not died out." He wondered about the other ones, Valerius, mortem, etc. yeah he remembered them. He had been a yearling then. "Sounds like you were here generations ago. Stella had been a few long lasting leaders back from before he'd come to radicalclan. He knew some of the history. Some things about radicalclan were so deep in that they could not be changed. Other things were somehow changeable. "Males are not now in charge here but neither are females in charge. Strange as it may be, radicalclan's equally mixed now, and respect is earned or lost equally too." He explained. Yes he was leader. He usually had at least one female deputy, and the next leader might be female. One would never know for sure, but at least by the current time of things the clan was equal.





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    Peter Veritana • Man Made Unicorn
    Girgentana goat • 3 years
    Radicalclan • Leader
    Medium-hard • No battle powers
  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: #FDBC7A; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;]That certainly peeked the new Blizzardclanners interest, the Simul Stamus was now a rare occurance? Apollo wouldn't lie that made them awfully sad but so far the only Simul Stamus they had the luck to come upon was their aunt Jiyu, of course Apollos papa Aristotle was long gone and they'd never even gotten to meet Quantumphysics. Appy met their father in the afterlife but sadly had yet to ever cross paths with their abandoning mother. "Oh, yes we're still around but i've only recently returned from the deceased so I was unaware of our exact numbers." The words felt a bit difficult to say but they got them out none the less. Now thats new. Apollo felt a small surge of delight furrow in their tummy, it was about time this place took the reigns of equality the former tom smiled kindly. "I'm glad to hear that Peter I truly am. I had been a Scully boy here at one point, I pray that position never takes its place here again."[/fancypost][CENTER]


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    [glow=white,5,300] Peter the Unicorn [/glow]


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    "it's not fully discrimination free yet but those roots are pretty deep, and we are working in digging them up." Peter admitted. There was no permitted descrimination, but depending on members sometimes slight edges of anti-male ideas seeped to pop up here and there in what members said or did. "I doubt the old positions will return, at least not the degrading ones." Unfortunately the goddess and others were working towards a point where practices could come back if something gave the apearance of equality failing. "Simil stamus were never my family, but I got a chance to know some of them." He'd never told anyone in radicalclan that he was that old really,

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    Peter Veritana • Man Made Unicorn
    Girgentana goat • 3 years
    Radicalclan • Leader
    Medium-hard • No battle powers
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