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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Chairo Ciemra padded up to the strange border, tail between his legs, simply because this was unfamiliar now. It was all unfamiliar. "Was this place not The Dominion before?" He asked, hoping someone would answer. "Is my mom here? Is my dad?" He added, trying not to let his own words eat through his mind. The last he saw of his dad was when he died, or so he thought. He had no idea where his mother was either. He had no place in the world anymore.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 300px;text-align: justify;][size=8] a hyena. with kin in scarclan. this must be a grusher child. a lost family that had strong ties within the clan. but candy wasnt sure. "can i help you?"

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Chairo Ciemra saw someone immediately and hope grew within him, even if momentarily. "Yes! Yes... do you know my father, or my mother? Husher, or Grim? D-do you know them? Where they are? Or any of my siblings?" He asked frantically, getting shakier by the second.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: adjust; width: 425px; height: ; text-transform: none; font-family: verdana; font-size:8pt;][justify]"Hate ta break it ta ya kid, but I haven't heard of those names or seen those faces around here for awhile." He snorted, muscular frame waddling up with a sudden jazz, resting his body beside Candy and still towering over her.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify][size=8]Faustus padded over and had the most stoic look upon his masculine features. Golden eyes were curious despite their stony glaze, and he lowered his head to be level with that of Chairo's.
    "Both gone," he answered bluntly, "dunno what happened to 'em, my mother might know.."

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    By the Gods, when was the last time he had heard those names? It's been at least over a year or two, he had to say. Bruce came over, ears pricked as he stared at the hyena at the border. "I'm afraid I haven't heard from them either, kiddo..." He admitted, frowning.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Mae didn't know either of those two names and it made her feel a little bad. The small beauty padded up beside Bruce and glanced over the one on the other side of the border out of curiosity, her head tilting a little bit. She stayed quiet, not wanting to overburden the child with too many things to listen to.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Hearing all these voices say that they hadn't been around, or seen for a very long time hit him in the chest like a wrench. It was like a pan of guilt, and somehow... betrayal. Betrayal because the only time he got to see his father was the day he died, and his mother? He could never even recall. Chairo Ciemra felt broken, like a broken bone that couldn't be healed, or a broken spoon that couldn't be forged back together again. A broken egg, that even if you tried to put it back together, it just couldn't fit right anymore. "I... I don't know what to do... I don't have anyone anymore... what is my purpose?" He asked, to no one in particular, really. Chairo Ciemra's face was focused on the cold, hard ground.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]SCARCLAN — PEACEKEEPER — HOVER FOR TAGS — ATTACK IN BLACK[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]Oh, dear. Bruce heard his heart break at those words, and walked forward, offering to give Chario a hug. "Hey, uh... If it helps any, I was a friend of your father's." Well, technically Husher had been his leader, so honestly? Bruce wasn't sure if they considered each other 'friends', but he considered himself friends with Husher. Grim, though? He had only met her once. "But everyone has a purpose. Everyone in their own way. You'll find one soon." He promised, or tried to, at least, offering a smile towards the hyena.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; overflow: adjust; width: 425px; height: ; text-transform: none; font-family: verdana; font-size:8pt;][justify]"Ya got us, kid, don't worry." The dire wolf wagged his tail, nuzzling him softly with a kind smile. It was a sad sight to see, he'd traveled all this easy only to find out not one, but both of his parents were missing. What a shame.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 10pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Husher? Yeesh, she hadn't heard his name forever. Grym? Even longer. Her siblings were both gone, for good most likely, and it was a shame not seeing the hyena couple around anymore. But, hell, she didn't recognise the kid. Then again, the Grusher duo had produced a lot of hellish spawn, so she wasn't surprised she would pop into one of them every now and then. Ah, the nostalgia. "Your dad died last year, around this time" Breakdance informed with a grunt, prowling over to investigate. "Your mother disappeared long ago, I'm afraid" Grym had always been the reckless type. "Anyhow, I'm Breakdance, your aunt apparently. You've got me, and you've got the squad, what's all this talk about nothing having anyone anymore, boy? You're a ScarClanner!"

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    Grim? That was a name she knew. Husher, rather, was not. She'd wander over to the scene, staring at the group. "Just because those you once knew aren't here, it doesn't mean all is lost. You're still here, and you can carve your own path through life." The red wolf would calmly state, sitting down near the group. She didn't have much to say, otherwise. She didn't know this kid at all.
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