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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» Auresque Visrin

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:289px; background:url(http://orig14.deviantart.net/5…que_by_shilin-d4cffse.jpg) center;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=black; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: lightgreen; height: 289px; width: 200px; opacity: 0.70; text-align:justify]She demanded attention by her very presence. Beautiful reddish-purple plumage coated her like an elegant gown and her lazy turquoise eyes drew the gaze of others. Her six legs were each curled beneath her as she sat. To an experienced medic the signs of pregnancy might be detectable, but it made her no less. She was - perhaps beautiful was an inaccurate word - she was arresting, gaze-drawing. And she knew it. Her arrogance in her own intellect, strength and appearance was as visible and perhaps as unusual as her looks. She lay there, sunning herself, with sublime disregard.

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    Malcolm Merlyn

    [size=6pt]Don't listen to your friends
    See the despair behind their eyes
    Don't listen to your friends
    they only care once in a while
    {The Draw by Bastille}[/size]

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    It was rather hard to miss something so large just sitting there. Malcolm was in no hurry, however, especially since it seemed like she wasn't hostile. After he finished whittling the stick he'd been working on, he chucked it into the trunk of a nearby tree, where it stuck with a dull thud. Then, the snow leopard made his way over.


    "[color=#666360]State your business on the Circle's territory," he grunted.

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    [align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» Auresque Visrin

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:289px; background:url(http://orig14.deviantart.net/5…que_by_shilin-d4cffse.jpg) center;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=black; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: lightgreen; height: 289px; width: 200px; opacity: 0.70; text-align:justify]Seeing as they had taken their time, Auresque deigned to take her own. She stretched, standing up with a yawn. "Joining, perhaps. The Circle amuses me. Killing is such a fun concept, and I happen to be rather good at it."

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    Malcolm Merlyn

    [size=6pt]Don't listen to your friends
    See the despair behind their eyes
    Don't listen to your friends
    they only care once in a while
    {The Draw by Bastille}[/size]

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    He nodded. "[color=#666360]We're always looking for new Initiates. Welcome,    " he said with a nod.

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