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    "Hey, Kid." Vel would say as he came up beside the leader, giving a bit of a verbal warning of his presence. He had grown into the habit of calling just about everyone he knew kid, regardless of their age or rank above him.


    Vellichor sat down, following the leader's gaze out and over the swirling mass of oranges and reds. It was a starry night of desert. It was no library - but it was nice. Vel eyed the blade for a moment with a little smirk. "[color=#F5F5DC]Nice weapon."

    [fancypost bgcolor=#FFF; border: 1px solid #CD566C; width: 350px; height: auto; padding: 0px; padding-bottom: 30px][fancypost bgcolor=#CD566C; border: none; width: 350px; padding: 0px; margin-top: 50px; height: 40px][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; border: 3px solid #CD566C; border-radius: 1000px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/d9gSZI8.png); width: 100px; padding: 0px; margin-top: -75px][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 230px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 98%; color: #000; padding-top: 30px]Karma's senses were extremely fine-tuned to his surroundings, and he heard Vellichor's pawsteps before he spoke. Which was good, because if he had gotten startled, he probably would have pitched over the ledge and to his death in the canyon below. Kid, was it? Huh, strange one he was then. The King only gave a noncommittal grunt as his answer, not quite wanting to initiate a conversation.


    His Clanmate seemed to think differently, however. Well, Karma didn't mind the compliment. [color=#CD566C]"Oh, thanks. I rarely use weapons, but I suppose it comes in useful at times," the King would say with a casual shrug.
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    He gave a little shrug of his shoulders. "I don't happen to use them often. I battle with tooth and claw. Weapons can help, but I think people who use powers would be useless without them. Battling with nothing more than your claws is a sign of strength in my eyes." He gave his mind for a moment, tossing him a grin.


    /rushed sorry
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#FFF; border: 1px solid #CD566C; width: 350px; height: auto; padding: 0px; padding-bottom: 30px][fancypost bgcolor=#CD566C; border: none; width: 350px; padding: 0px; margin-top: 50px; height: 40px][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; border: 3px solid #CD566C; border-radius: 1000px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/d9gSZI8.png); width: 100px; padding: 0px; margin-top: -75px][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 230px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 98%; color: #000; padding-top: 30px]Hmm. He had strange opinions. Of course, they somewhat coincided with Karma's, but the King certainly wasn't afraid to use weapons or powers should he become incapacitated. [color=#CD566C]"I suppose you have a point, but your values won't do you much if you die," Karma pointed out bluntly.
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    "If I die. I'd waltz back up and shake the paw of the person who killed me. I lived alone a long time, I had more than enough time to train." Vellichor stated with a little snort. Thatwas probably the only thing he was confident about - his ability to fight. Part of him believed in mercy, and well, the other loved a good battle. Most of his attacks were based off of agility. The ruins was a small place he had grown up in, but at the same time, most of it was long corridors and hallways. Vel shifted his position, facing Karma more rather than rushing water and a canvas of colors.


    "[color=#F5F5DC]Tell me about you, Kid. What's your story?"

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    Well, they were moving on, then. [color=#CD566C]"Ah, I have two other siblings. They're both in PhantomClan. We were raised by ghosts, shiit happened, and we got separated. Now I'm here," Karma said with a shrug. There really wasn't much to tell, and he didn't mind speaking about his backstory either. [color=#CD566C]"What about you?"
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    "Ghosts?" He questioned, tilting his head and quirking his eyebrow. "Ive heard of demons, but never ghosts." Vel gave a long sigh. So much had happened in his life, despite the fact he was in solitary a while of it. A breath escaped his lips.


    "[color=#F5F5DC]Grew up in a place called The Ruins. All alone. Never knew my parents. When someone came along I became attached to them immediately, considering I had been alone a while. Got pregnant. Had kids. Moved to Blizzardclan so they could have a better life. Shit happened, I had to leave. Here I am." Vel stated with a small shrug of his shoulders. It seemed like everything was so simple but he left out some details. Like, how he was a demon and the bad part of him was urging him to hurt his children. Vel didn't like to think about it. His kids hated him now, because he left. They would never understand.