THIS IS THE TUNNEL'S LIGHT / open

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    [justify]Gira hadn't been around for a few days, probably off exploring or looking around for somewhere other than Blizzardclan to stay, but he was back now in all his hateful glory. The large dragon was stretched out on his side, red eyes taking in the sights around him. He wasn't exactly keen on sitting around in camp, but wasn't motivated enough to go seek out an empty island for now. He would probably regret this desicion within five minutes, but he was beyond caring at the moment. Gira would shift slightly, wings folding a bit tighter to his sides as he prepared for someone to come greet him, and probably try and make idle chat or something. He wasn't in the mood for chatting- in fact, he rarely ever was- but what he was in the mood for was some simple relaxation.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 250px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]"Hallo! I am of Jacques Charbonneau, is nice to be meet! What is go on with life? You no need look so glum when can be happy, oui?" Jacques happily chirped, bounding towards the creature. "Is of frowning-upside-downing."


    ("talking") (interacting) (thinking)



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    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #rinto [/size]

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    "Good morning Giratina!" Latias said lightly, soaring over and landing near Jacques. "Where've you been? I haven't seen you around lately!"



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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify][n]"Ah.."[/b] The leader approached, with a small smile, having very little to mention, seeing as Latias and Jacques had already made the main inquiries. Nevertheless, she parted her lips again, smile growing all the brighter as she thought of something to say. "It's good to see you back again, Gira!"