DETOX // open, wt

Padding over, the arctic wolf would dip his head in greeting. "I-I'll join" Storm barked with a faint smile, guessing every training he could get would be useful in the future. A future with the Exiles was a dangerous after all, and he would need every single bit of ability he could gain by those sessions.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The servaline would approach promptly after Storm, curiosity traversing her expression as she seated herself. "Ah, Tama will participate, too!" She'd chirp, deciding that'd she'd take part for the sake of observing the surrounding individuals, and their set of skills, alongside picking up what she could, and plugging whatever gaps that she had in her own experience.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]Dove kit crawled over. He was clueless, but knew it was some sort of fighting technique. He wanted to learn, but was not expecting to get hurt." what is it? Am I allowed to join?" He asked, sitting down.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:300px; height:120px; background:#dfe396; padding-right:50px; padding-left:50px; padding-top:30px; padding-bottom:30px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height:100px; width:80px; border: 5px solid white; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/LmhYYWu.png);][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:300px; min-height:200px; background: white; padding-right:50px; padding-left:50px; padding-top:30px; padding-bottom:30px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #81853e; text-align: justify;]Since the Exiler attack, Truepaw had been more wary of the battlefield. The thought of combat frightened them, and frequently Truey would jump at the sounds of the forest, like a squirrel shuffling through bushes. Truepaw knew they needed help, but combat training had never been their forte- they had never fought before, and never planned to, or at least not by their own will.

But as the dalmatian approached Jasper they realized it would be in their best interest to participate in this defense training. They knew they needed to work on their problem, and they assumed this would be the best way; their clanmates wouldn't seriously hurt them, and this was a training about defending themself, not fighting. This... this would be fine.

"I'll, u-uh, join." The dalmatian said simply, taking a seat near the others and staring down at their paws thoughtfully. They hoped they wouldn't regret this.
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[font=georgia][size=8]"I'll join, too." Mack said, his voice more muted and dull than before, well, that happened. His therapist told him he could refer to his torture experience as that, so he didn't have to be reminded every time he thought about something similar to it. Defense would be a good idea for him — especially when fighting when his wings were still healing.

[spoiler=INFORMATION TAGS]
[size=8]GENERAL INFO
— mack
— eight moons
— male; he/him
— adopted by margaery
— head paladin [hp]
APPEARANCE
— macawnine [wolfdog with blue-yellow macaw pelt + wings]
— body ref
— body ref
BATTLE TAGS
— medium/tricky
— no powers + can fly + sharp talons
— no maim + no kill + can mildly injure
— ask to capture + attack in #ffcc00

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:13px;line-height:1.5]They always said that defense was the best offense, and technically they'd be right, if the other half of the world didn't say offense is the best defense. Stupid mottos aside, Lostboy was fairly defensive, her weaknesses coming from her mind, she didn't fair well against powers. Maybe this could help. She needed more mental training. "Participating."

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