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    The black feline felt her paws on the ground, crunching leaves. Her lips formed a line across her sweet face. She made her way, passing the dead bodies nonchalantly. She didn't even give them a glance of acknowledgement. The familiar scent of blood and death filled her nose.
    She sat down, professionally curling her tail over her dainty paws gently. Her eyes blinked. She'd always been fond of her eyes, as had her former fiance, since one was green and the other a bright blue. She waited for someone to come over, not bothering to call out. She wasn't the very talkative type. [/fancypost]


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    [justify]"Greetings," said Amour, who had been patrolling the area. Padding towards the hot pink felidae, she examined the foreigner with a trace of interest sparking her amber gaze. A definite stranger, or at least, a stranger in the current body they inhabited. It went without saying that she would have remembered a creature of such... Interesting coloration. Her eyes were interesting as well, she noted, being of different colors. Cocking her head she would go on to inquire, "Name and business?"
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    [spoiler=tags, updated oct 29th 2016][justify]GENERAL
    ●     Azazel Abdiel Drachen-Darling
    ● Coppermine x Amour | Gen 6
    ● Female | Feminine pronouns
    ● 5.8 years | Born December 25th, 2013 | Double-timed
    ● First tier of BloodClan
    ● Single | Heterosexual


    PHYSICAL
    ●     Tigress — a regular coloured tigress with burning, flame coloured eyes.


    POWERS & ABILITIES
    ●     All free powers — 1/9 lives.
    ● All elementals — Fire(9/10) is the strongest. Wind, 9/10 mastery. Water, 8/10 mastery. Electricity, 8/10 mastery. Earth, 7/10 mastery.
    ● The Sight — 10/10 mastery.
    ● Super senses — 10/10 mastery.
    ● Telepathy — 8/10 mastery.
    ● Memory Manip. — 8/10 mastery.
    ● Emotion Manip. — 7/10 mastery.
    ● Shapeshifting — 0/10 mastery. Undiscovered.
    ● Projection and Manip,. of emotions — 7/10 mastery.


    INTERACTION
    ●     Physically Extreme | Mentally Extreme
    ● No Kill | PM/Ask for Capture
    ● Attack in bolded #0C0C0B or risk being ignored/overlooked
    ● Can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful actions[/justify][/spoiler]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; width: 400px;][font=andale mono][color=white]Cosmo trotted behind the mother and daughter duo as they approached the oddly calm feline on the border. He would've expected at least a scrunched nose at the reek of rot and death coming from the corpses, but this person seemed unfazed.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 10px;]He wasn't sure if he should be nice, or be quiet, so instead, he would remain quiet until addressed.. Maybe. Yes Man was still trying to get the hang of clan life, as it wasn't the same as life back in the wastes. The Courier had made things seem so simple, yet everything had ended up being kind of.. hard. Even for an android such as himself.


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    Her eyes flickered responsively up to Amour as if she'd been lost in her thoughts and Amour had startled her. "My name is.. My name is Finalepisode Alexandria Erebus. I would like to return home. Here." She meowed in a soft tone. Her voice was soothing, but nonetheless she was monotonous. She didn't seem to take notice to the others that were there as she held an unbroken gaze on Amour. [/fancypost]


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    [justify]Finalepisode Erebus, the name repeated within her mind and suddenly trace amounts of recollection appeared in her features. "I think I remember you," she conceded simply, a cordial dip of her head following this statement. One of Risen's kids, right? From years and years ago. But, that was all she knew. "Welcome back, then. My name is Amour, would you like a tour or anything?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width:400px; text-align:justify; color: solid grey; font-size:8pt; font-family: verdana; text-transform:lowercase;]She scrunched her black nose. "Amour?" She responded in a murmur. "You are familiar as well. You knew my father, didn't you? Risencorpse?" She asked, a small gleam of hopefulness and love showed in her eyes. If there was one thing Final was all about, it was making her father happy. She would break every bone and bend backwards if it made Risen proud of her.
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    [justify]Did she know her father? Of course she had known her father. Risencorpse and her had a lengthy history in Bloodclan together. For a period of time, it had been her and him; two hardworking first tiers, nearly unnoticed in the sea of activity that was the ruthless clan. Amour had always had always admired him for the passion he carried for his home, and the labor which he put into keeping him great. It was no surprise to her to have found, when she returned from her first death, that he had become leader. He had been the heart and the soul of the clan; the physical embodiment of what her clan stood for. In hindsight, it was no surprise that she had grown to love him. The real unexpected twist was how she had went on to destroy him throughout their brief affair, a jerky ride that led the pair nowhere. He had moved on, though; and she was grateful to have learned this. But still, she would have killed for the opportunity to speak to him once more, to apologize, to set things right.


    But never would there ever be an opportunity for this to happen. The unfortunate fact of the matter was, the heart and soul of Bloodclan? He was dead, and he had been so for many, many, moons. Grief flashed in her eyes as she considered this, this simple fact that allowed her to remember the others, now passed on. For the title she had given him, the heart and soul of the clan, was not his alone. It was everyone's. They were all Bloodclan, and so many of them were gone.


    "Yes," was all she said, her voice steady and laced carefully with warmth. You wold not know the storm that had just blossomed in her mind, it was one now. As quickly as it had set in, it had departed, not unlike a flash flood. "I knew your father. He was a magnificent cat."
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    A tiny smile formed on her lips. It was quite subtle, being rare that the female smiled. The last time she had smiled had been when her boyfriend had proposed to her long ago before they'd both passed away. "He was. It's been a while since its death, hasn't it?" She murmured, more of a rhetorical question. Looking up, she gave a small shrug. "I'd like to stay here a while till I find out another place to go. Perhaps I'll go try and find family from my mother's side of the family in ShadowClan later."[/fancypost]


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    Blaise didn't rightly know what they were talking about, but it seemed very personal. Someone powerful in BloodClan, if he had to take a stab. The hippogryph stopped at the border, flattening an ear as he contemplated exactly what to say. He wasn't that good with greetings at times. "Welcome back to BloodClan, I guess." The male spoke, his words slightly unsure. "I'm Blaise Du Ciel..but if you're not going to stay for long, you don't have to really remember my name, do you?"