A CURIOUS SPECK [♧] OPEN

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]It's not really a meet and greet if the host is unaware they're hosting, is it? No, probably not, and that's the case here, because Tino still isn't sure what a 'meet and greet' is. He's not even thinking of one, truly; his mind is focused upon a small, albeit jagged rock he found a few minutes ago, one that smells of ShadowClan, and of course, for Tino, that's enough for it to be a person, a friend, a safe-haven, a comfort blanket. In this vast world, Tino has nobody he can talk to, because he can't quite talk; he knows and recognises some words, but actually spitting them out is difficult. He stutters and trips over everything he tries to say, tongue catching on 's' and 'r' sounds almost painfully.


    So he's quiet, fearing ridicule. This rock, though, is somewhat like him; it's not as fuzzy, and it's not as animated, but it's silent, and it doesn't squirm away when he puts his paws on it and draws it close, and in return, he doesn't flinch back even though its sharp at some points. There's an understanding between him and this rock, Tino thinks as he settles down, rolling his muzzle over it and shutting his eyes; neither of them have to say a word, but that's okay, because Tino still feels, and what he feels is security, and that's all he needs. In a world where people coo at him and talk in confusing voices, speaking as if they expect him to understand, the quietness is a welcome break from the hubbub, even if he does sometimes appreciate the attention. The warmth.


    That's something this rock can't give him. As blissful as he looks, Tino's body temperature is dropping again, and he can't feel his toes any more. It's taking longer and longer for him to reach a state of freezing paralysis, nowadays, but that doesn't mean he can hoard warmth like others can; by this point, he really should be searching for somebody, perhaps making that small death-rattle from his earliest days, but Tino.. almost doesn't want to. For now, in the silence, he feels pleasantly sleepy, and the idea of walking doesn't appeal to him. No — he'll stay here, curled up on a jagged rock. He's doing okay. He's going to be fine.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]♔— [size=10px]Twinskeletons was no stranger to meet and greets. Really, he was the one you definitely wanted to have a meet and greet with considering that he was the King and all. So here he was. And even if he wasn't the most social person he was gonna do his best to make everyone feel welcome. "Yo," he'd say in greeting, chill and casual as always. "You new? Probably, since I don't think I know your name."


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]The sound startles him, the unfamiliar tones causing him to set his paws over his ears, but when it occurs to him that there's no venom in the voice, he peers up curiously, still half-clinging to the rock. He's never seen Twinskeletons before, and not all of the words the male speaks make sense to him, but he gets the gist of it, in a way. Your name. His name. His name is Tino, but thinking it doesn't quite convey the meaning; he has to say it, and the thought alone has his heart rate picking up, breaking quickening just a touch, growing shallower with the fear of judgement. It's a muted sort of terror, the sort he experiences, the kind that makes him want to cry out for his father, but still too scared of risking ridicule to actually make a sound.


    He looks about for something comforting, but all he has is the rock, so he draws it closer, still staring at Twinskeletons; he quickly looks away when he realises his mistake, watching the soil for a few moments. His jaw works, spasming for a few seconds, before he appears to choke, clearing his throat and finally making sound. "Mmmmmmy— I'm Ti—Ti—Tino." he's shaking, chest tight and eyes blurring with panicked tears, but he breathes out once he's finished, calms himself down, smiles brightly up at the King in question, waiting for a response.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 465px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 14px]Zowie pads softly over, fur tousled by a stray breeze as his eyes land on Tino. He heard Twin talking, then watched the cowering pup with a sort of twist in his gut. His brows furrowed softly, a huff leaving him. "You alright?" The Vanguard asked, but it seemed like he had calmed down already. Tino? Oh, yeah, he had seen him wandering around a couple times. Zowie shifted on his paws, seating himself as he cleared his throat softly. "Hey, Tino." He smiles warmly, trying to act as calm and welcoming as possible. He blinks, ears twitching. "Name's Zowie Swan. I think I've seen you 'round a few times before," he says, his smile still up and his tail now swishing slowly behind him.
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    "don't worry. i talk weird too." he tried to sound friendly, but mako wasn't really good at that. the most he could do that smile in a fake way and not sound pissed off, which was a feat in his own right. "i'm mako."



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Bella's gaze fell on Tino and the group that surrounded the child. "Hey there. I'm Bella," she said quietly, trying to conceal her metal leg from his view. Multiple children had gotten scared by her metallic leg before and she didn't want Tino to be added to that group.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; line-height:97%; height: auto; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify]Haiiro had met Tino before, at the border when he arrived. In fact, even though the pup hadn't talked, the hybrid had liked that about him. His presence alone was enough to prompt a name and business, and so his fellow child hadn't wasted words. Even now, even with a stutter, Haiiro noticed that he used minimal words, and couldn't help but be thankful for that. Talkative people who threw their voice away were of no interest to him.


    Unlike everyone else who was worried by Tino's cowering appearance, the spawn of the void didn't share their sentiment. How could he, when he wasn't able to see the shaking, the choking motion, the tearful eyes. It was what made his life a little bit easier, and made his blindness bearable. People never expected much from him, and he amplified those feelings by making himself as apathetic as possible. AT this point, it had grown to be second nature to speak rarely, keep his milky gaze focused ahead of him instead of on anyone in particular, to keep his words gruff. Everything was simplified when he didn't have to worry about how other people saw him.


    He didn't bother to introduce himself, but instead turned his head to face towards where he thought Tino was with a faint smile. No matter how hard he had grown to bottle up emotions and only let them out when he was alone, he liked the seemingly nervous canine. He couldn't help but offer even the slightest of emotional responses. At least his expression was slightly softer than normal, and even the pure black eagle merged to his back wasn't glaring at anyone. Instead, it seemed to be resting, looking more like Haiiro had a mane of feathers.


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    [size=8][justify]"Hey, you alright?" Mirror said in a motherly way as she walked up. "I'm Mirrorshards. It's nice to meet you."[/justify]


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    Scarlett bounced cedar over excitedly, her eyes shining. Her warm golden gaze set upon Tino. " I have not seen you around before, I'm Scarlett! " she said, sitting down.

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    "Hello," Himmy greeted with an unusually warm smile. She understood the panic, understood the embarrassment of not being able to get a word out. When Himmy wasn't stammering, her nerves caused her to speak very quickly, often stumbling over words or skipping them entirely. The feeling of those strange, questioning glances as her peers struggled to understand her was all-too-familiar. And worse, it was at its most terrible when she was actually excited about something.




    It was as if every time Hima felt joy, a shock collar went off. It certainly kept her voice neutral. Maybe that was best. There was less conflict that way, less worry.
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