CUTTHROAT [★] open, m&g

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; line-height: .9; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify][hr]The tiger found his way back to camp without any troubles, which he had anticipated. Not like it took a genius to find your way home. Blinking big, ice blue visionaries, the demiboy took the sights and sounds of camp in. It felt good to be back, if he was being honest. He had missed the hustle and bustle of the big city -- er, clan. Light smile placed delicately on his maw, the platinum creature took a seat and pressed his face against the sky, feeling the sun's warm entangled in his fur.


    But being still was terribly boring. "Meet and greet?" The words tasted odd in his mouth. He used to be the one attending these things, not holding them. Oh well; first time for everything, he supposed. Waiting for someone to approach, Alois kneaded the ground beneath his large paws. [hr]

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    had they met before? perhaps, not that holocaust remembered but he would greet the tiger as they weren't well acquainted. the muscled wildcat walked forward, stopping close to the male and eyed him curiously, though briefly. "im not sure if we met before but if we hadn't then my name is holocaust," perhaps they did meet and he had a crappy memory. it could happen, it wasn't the first time he had done that but hopefully it'd be the last.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height:110%;]"Are...you new, too?" There's a hint of apprehension in the white lioness' tone. She isn't shy, in general circumstances, but she's in a clan full of strangers. Everyone's been lovely so far, but she can't help feel a bit nervy. "My name's Cloudless," she adds, in a louder voice.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; line-height: .9; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify][hr]As the unfamiliar wildcat neared, Alois' grin doubled in size. How lovely, people decided to take him up on his offer! He inspected the male, taking in his features before his optics landed on this creature's -- Holocaust, rather -- green ones. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure to meeting you! Alois Trancy, at your service!" Trilled the effeminate tiger. He bowed over dramatically as he spoke, giggling all the while. His attention switched from Holo to the lioness as she approached.


    "I guess you could say I'm new." Yapped the platinum blond creature, raising a paw to his mouth to hide a bought of laughter. "I'm a returned member -- I used to live here back when Lancelot led!" Explained the ever so cheery Alois. He drifted in thought, memories of the olden days rushing over him. He kind of missed it, however there were some members who he would never miss. Not that he ever had a strong bond to anyone in particular. But still, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. He blinked out of his daze when Cloudless spoke again. "Alois, if you didn't catch." He rumbled.[hr]

    [size=4]YOUR TEARS ARE ALL THE PAY ILL EVER NEED[/size]


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    the suave being was nowhere near antisocial, mind you - but he was not particularly talkative at times. so for a moment, grillby simply gazed, pure white visionaries glimmering in faint curiosity and analyzing what he could from afar; which admittedly, was not much. after sweeping himself up into a standing position, the tall panther began to make his way over, presenting the platinum felidae with a charming - albiet unnerving - smile. *greetings. rumbled he, his darkly intimate tone laced with interest and welcome, dipping his flaming cranium politely. *grillby dreemurr, it is a pleasure.


    //hella rushed + mobile but omfg, its alois !!
    #grillbyarchive
    #1F143C for dialogue
    [spoiler=tags]general&& grillby dreemurr / purple-blue flaming panther / masculine / ageless / pure white eyes, eyebrows, and mouth [when visible] / wears glasses and a gold chain / underfell timeline / former bartender / owned a nightclub / narcissistic playboy / hostile but civilized / condescending businessman / voice reference


    powers and interaction&& elemental pelt* / ability to glow / smells strongly of bourbon and versace cologne / black blood, spit, tears / fights with a katana / difficult / attack in navy / powerplay permitted for affection & nonviolent actions / single / pansexual grey-demiromantic / pm for plot & one-night stands

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    "Letty speaking", actions, Letty thinking
    "Rick speaking", actions, Rick thinking


    "Wow, that's long ago." the kitten chirped as she padded up. Looking up at the tiger, with a smile on her face. It was nice to see so many new members in their clan. And even many who were returning. "I'm Letty." she introduced, claret coloured optics flicking about.
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    [size=9pt]Alphys grinned. He reminded her a lot of someone from that human anime she fucking loved! Alphys seemed quite pleased with this. "[color=lightblue]Alphys.    " She stated simply, seeming a little sheepish as she stood by Grillby.    		 [img width=200 height=310]http://www.ezimba.com/work/160306C/ezimba11140321195500.gif[/img]