good old fashioned lover boy - open , joining

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    [size=9pt]PETER PAN[/size]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: auto; padding: 20px; padding-top: 14px; padding-bottom: 14px;][justify][size=9pt]With a ripple of light to his sharp beak and an eager sliding and careening of his feathers, the griffon could be seen circling like a vulture to its meal around a neatly light spot he had picked out with careful eye. Hanging close to his tail of course was the light green angel dragon who was no match in comparison of size to him but perhaps a good challenge in temper. The glowing little thing buzzed around as he continued in wide arcs and finally swooped low enough before clutching the earth with cutting talons and strong hind paw. "Perfect landin'.", announced he as he stilled from the skidding halt and held up his head high and for all to see. Playful as he was he gave the favored green cap of his a toss and as fast as lightening, or so he likened it to, he was underneath with the hat falling in the same spot it always rested against. How was that? He looked to tiny Tink with a grin and the critter snorted but nodded her allowance of good rating. Ha! And so it would and should always be.


    He held a yellow claw up before tucking his strong wings against his back. In a few fluid moments after that he was raising his beak to the air and calling, "Peter Pan, here t' join!", for all to hear.
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    Oh, a stranger! This was Will's first time on the other side of the interaction, and with two of the most bizarre creatures he'd ever seen. The half-bird had introduced itself, but... "Who's the scaly bird behind you?" inquired the cub, a genuine, innocent smile on his maw as he joined the leader in welcoming the two. "Oh, and I'm William! And welcome!"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -7px;]How interesting, a griffon and a dragon. Both interesting creatures from mythology. She had read about both beings in books that she had discovered and had been quite intrigued by them. Griffons were legendary beasts and this one seemed to be straight out of a fairytale accompanied by a rather beautiful angelic dragon. The duo had definitely caught the servaline's eye and she slipped over to stand beside her mother with curiosity flickering in her pale green gaze. She glanced over to William with a giggle of amusement at his words. She knew the scaly bird was in fact a dragon. However, she chose not to correct him as she too was curious about their name at least, not their species. "Yes, welcome to Blizzardclan, Peter and friend. I'm Livekit Xerses, please feel free to call me Liv for short. It's a pleasure to meet the two of you" the young serval said, her word choice rather odd considering her age. But then again, intelligence and such did not come from age. She was quite the example of that.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Another one. Haruhi isn't too surprised, she has to admit, but she approaches anyways, head tipped idly. A griffin. She's never seen one before, and most people she's seen had passed them off as myth, but perhaps she's not too surprised. Nobody else is. So, of course, Haruhi accepts it without a second thought, arriving with her clanmates as she observes. "Welcome. I'm Haruhi Fujioka." She offers with a small nod of greeting now.
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    [size=9pt]PETER PAN[/size]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: auto; padding: 20px; padding-top: 14px; padding-bottom: 14px;][justify][size=9pt]"Wasn't it? I'm working on perfecting it. Good to know I'm almost there." Such compliments suited him and he seemed to perk up just a tad more upon soaking it in. Tink of course rolled her pupiless gaze, however one did that he could only begin to wonder, and settled unphased in the nook of his cap. The extra weight shouldn't hurt him and he would not go offending her by telling her off so went along as if she weren't slightly tipping one of his ears. "Thanks. Hullo, Tama. Isn't it? It's swell to meet you too."


    He greeted the small cub with a wide grin and only kept his gaze on the fluffball knowing that the kid would ask about Tink. As the equally as fluffed dragon heard "scaly", she reared up like a miniature horse and swooshed angrily around the child. The griffon leaned forward and lightly nabbed her by her tail before placing her on his shoulder, her paws now crossed huffily against her chest and a fire in her eyes. "Her name's Tink. She's actually got fur and she gets somethin' angry when you describe her wrong. It's okay though. I'm sure she'll be over it and forgive you." His eyes zipped over to the tiny creature and he made an expecting face before gesturing to the cub. The dragon sighed and nodded her apology before sticking out her lip moodily again and burrowing into his fur.


    "Thanks. Hey, Liv. Should be." Thinking highly of himself as always the words were welcomed. The quality was not expected coming out of a feline a bit younger than him but he did not show his interest and chose instead to hope he'd get more recognition for the way he looked. Livekit was it, hey? Looked a little lively. A little was enough. Maybe they could go explore or prank others. Besides, he needed to polish up on his tricks. It had been a while.


    "Hi, Haruhi." More welcomes. He needed more words of encouragement though the English vocabulary lacked enough to fit his stupendous needs. He'd have to settle for the short end of the stick. Welcomes here, welcomes there. It fit a sucky prankster just fine. That must be it! He was just not good enough at finding ways to play people like that. He needed to get to work.
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    Oh stars, it looked like he was late to the mandatory Swarm-The-New-Guy party. Greystone cast one last glance at the squirrel he was chasing, before deciding to leave it be.


    "Hey - welcome to the team, you two!" Amber eyes scrutinized the pair from head to toe, though his toothy grin remained firmly in place. A griffin wearing a Twoleg's hat and a dragon, eh? Greystone sat down, keeping his limbs drawn in to himself.


    Peter seemed a pretty confident guy. Strong, too; the small warrior wasn't going to lie about how the gust of the griffin's wings had nearly sent him crashing into a bush. These newcomers would be an interesting addition to the clan for sure.

    "Call me Greystone - and if you happen to see a little grumpy runt runnin' around, that's my brother, Rockpaw."
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    FROM PEOPLE WHO WON THE LOTTO[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Riverpaw was the next to arrive, paws soaked in mud and pelt dripping water. The trainee shot a grin to Peter Pan before letting out a whistle. "Well color me purple an' hang me on a grapevine--I ain't never seen a beaked lion before. Ya got wings too? Well ain't that convenient! I see ya got a lil' firefly friend too," she commented with an impressed expression. As she commented on the "firefly," Riverpaw squinted to take a close look. "Nevermind. I don't believe that's a firefly. Mighty pretty thang, though," she contentedly deduced. She turned her gaze back to Peter, waving her tail in a late greeting. "Pleased ta make your acquaintance, Peter Man. The name's Riverpaw, but you can call me... eh, whatever the hell ya want, really. Riv'd be easiest, I guess," the filthy feline shrugged. She seemed fairly laid-back, at the least.



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