FEND — open; meet and greet

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    [justify]The blue jaguar rolled on the balls of her feet, her ice white eyes soaking up the towering jungle that was laid out before her from the hull of the steamship. A gleaming emerald canopy teemed with life, shimmering in the falling rain. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel it, the moist dirt beneath her paws, the rustling of hawk feathers, the scent of sequoias. The Avian Dynasty.


    Opening her optics, a loud, low sigh escaped her ebony jaws. Drawing her claws, the female hooked her satchel over her azure head before pressing her hind legs firmly into the metal deck, coiling her strong muscles as she prepared to leap off the edge and into the river below.[/justify]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 8pt verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px; line-height: 13px]Spellbook was still worried about what terms she was on with her daughter. Did she hate her? She'd captured and tortured her before, but Spellbook had refused to fight back because she couldn't hurt her baby. Even if she'd died when Freedomcub was very young, Spelly would always love her. They were family, and Spelly treasured her family more than anything else. Deciding to pad over and see what she was up to, the golden jaguaress took a seat on the dock, near her icy daughter who was in the river by now. They were completely different in appearance, and Spelly could see a lot of Casty in her.


    It only made her miss him more. She regretted calling off their wedding, and if she could go back and change things, she would, but she couldn't. She needed to move on. [b]"Hey. How're you feeling?"


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