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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]With a little hum in his bones and a buzz in his head, Gin reached the border and with tentative paws took one step over. A sense of calm came over the white serval and he felt so right. He just had to touch the grass on the other side, just feel his new home. Or hopefully, anyways, he had heard the creatures here were pretty brutal. He was too, however. He could put up with a few ruff guys.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 96%; font-size: 8pt;]"heheheheheeeee. oooooh–hahahahahaha." came the insanist laughter of clowncorpse as he arrived apon the scene, the bells stitched to the tips of his ears jingling loudly. "name and business p*ssycat? heheheeee!" inquired the unhealthily thin direwolf, his black lips curled into a cruel grin.


    //: welcome to the exiles! if you need anything or just want to RP, shoot me a PM! <3

  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]/ dude, i already love clowncorpse. so frickin creepy man its awesome!! thank you so much and will do!! <3


    Gin picked his head up at the sound of laughter, not something you want to hear in the dark but he could role with that. The creature before him was something out of a nightmare, but strangely fascinating. Gin just wanted to... touch it. He wanted to make sure it was alive, if it was real or if it was just a mirage.


    He decided to answer anyways, in that hoarse and deep monotone voice. "Gin Lafitte. Here to join, sir." He decided to play it respectful. He really wanted to be on this monster's good side.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 96%; font-size: 8pt;]//: awe thank you!!!


    "welcome! welcome welcome welcome! WELCOME! heheheheheheheeeeeee! clowncorpse! that is my name!" the canine mused, prancing on the spot. his thin body shook with the bout of laughter that consumed him, but his bloody grin still remained. new joiners were fun. yes. fun.

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    So people do really want to join this place? How strange. Perhaps it was simply because everyone had been less than welcoming to Crown and his siblings when they showed up here, but the leopard cub doesn't stop himself from shooting Clowncorpse a dirty glare while he's still behind him. It's also that the direwolf is exceedingly creepy, and the laughter is awful. He would rather him be the somber weirdo the three of them had met at the border than... This. A part of the child's mind reaches out for his siblings, for their presences. While the melanistic cub had been wandering on his own for the most part so far, it was weird and he didn't like being away from them for long. The only reason he was here was because he had a question, olive eyes staring at Gin with unwavering focus. "Why'd you decide to join?"
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    [justify]why'd you even leave seaglassclan? judith asked as she came over unhappily.



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    "Hello there." The two-headed canine murmured as it approached, four eyes fixing upon the newcomer. "I am Vasvi. Welcome." It introduced and bobbed its heads to punctuate. Vasvi sat down and watched Gin for a few moments before glancing around.






















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  • "Buenos dias," the tiger growled from underneath his owl-skull mask, his grumble coming out raspy and obviously withered. "Bienvenido, I am Reaper."