COPPER MARIGOLDS / OPEN, JOINING

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    The creature gargled angrily and swung at him, so he brought down a foot down and crushed its skull. Apparently not, then. Alistair had fought all manner of strange things, including walking corpses, but this was beyond ridiculous. He'd come here to get away from all the weird things, not to wander right into it! " Well, at least it's familiar. Nothing like home, eh? " he said to himself thoughtfully, wrinkling his nose and stepping past the body, coming to a halt at a nearby border — which had been his original destination, though now ...


    " Not the ideal holiday destination I was hoping for. " he'd become a bit of a nomad, and had been looking forwards to settling down again — but he appeared to have come across a bit of a problem, and reckoned he ought to put his talents to good use. He wasn't skilled in many areas, but he was a pretty competent fighter, so ... Craning his neck, the leopard looked for a living face, ears perked.


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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Alyssa had been patrolling the borders more often now that the Walkers were growing more and more impatient at the prison fences. She usually did it by herself or let some younger kids come with her just so she could show them the real world, but today she was alone. "Yeah, that's a Walker. Zombie. Bitter. You can take your pick, just don't let them bite or scratch you." The miniature husky commented as she sauntered over, her own machete tucked neatly in a fore-paw as she scanned the stranger standing on the other side of the border. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, Alyssa finally said, "Can I get your name and business with BloodClan?"
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]"Savage." the canine would comment as she watched from a distance the leopard crush the skull of one of the walkers. Walking corpse was right, quite literally. No weapon was carried with her, no, but she had enough self defense for herself. Pale ice eyes fan from the smaller husky to the large feline, and a grey ear flicked slightly. "Names Kaylee." she would introduce flatly, looking down at her paws absentmindedly.




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    "Cassandra Pentaghast, though you may address me as either Seeker Cassandra or Seeker Pentaghast. Take your pick." The noble jaguar would approach, a glint of wariness in her eye as she looked from whence the stranger came. The dark wings upon her shoulders fluttered a bit, as if to match her sense of apprehension.
    Hoo boy, if someone had the audacity to call her by just her name, they'd best be pretty close to her- or at least respected by her. The jaguar frowned, before offering the newcomer the most of a smile she could muster.
    Something felt wrong about this day. Perhaps she would find out why.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=white]This male seemed different from most, though Bo could not pinpoint exactly what made him seem like so. "Welcome." His words had sounded as if he was almost sorry for the undead creatures, as if they were even somewhat alive. "I'm Boleyn." The tigress nodded towards the joiner, slowly analyzing him with amber slits.
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    The female stopped, sitting and blinking. Her ears twitching, she decided to be friendly. "Hello. Welcome and I'm Arachnophobia Dixon-Greene. Pleased to meet you."
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