the lonely are the static ones {✶} open, m&g session

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    [hr] BUT STILL, I WON'T SURRENDER! I'LL SEE OUR WISH COME TRUE

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    ASAMI HANAKAWA / 花川 朝美

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    [align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia] FOR I KNOW I COULD NEVER FORSAKE THE OATH I MADE TO YOU
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    With the fragrance of blossoms filling the vicinity, the fawn-hued sable would find herself being lulled into a peaceful state of mind, and the background chatter of others coming and going proves to not be a disturbance at all. She offers brief smiles and waves at the individuals that pass, and they kindly return her gestures — honestly, she was still quite skeptical of the so-called 'facts' Mei-nee had begun spewing when she had informed her of her plans to move here. Perhaps some shadowclanners did possess anticlan tendencies and the like, but she had yet to see anyone commit a crime so vile, that it would be enough to convince her that this place didn't align with her views and preferences. Though easygoing and placid by nature, she was absolutely determined to form connections and establish meaningful relationships with the creatures here, just to prove her sister wrong — not out of spite (she had never acted on such petty reasons, and had no intention of starting now), but simply because she wanted her to open up her mind, just a little more.


    [b]"I'm holding a meet-and-greet session, for anyone interested," she called, her gentle voice carrying surprisingly little hesitation for someone as impartial to public speaking as herself. At this hour, surely there wouldn't be too many individuals running about — that was good for her really, as she didn't do so well when dealing with others with such high energy levels.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 360px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: broadway;]the surprisingly soft voice of a fem was what brought his attention, and if it hadn't been so alluring to him to see where the voice had come from, he probably would have just ignored the call. yet, for some reason the call of a meet and greet welcomed the nervous kit for once. he didn't know why, but the event just seemed more peaceful. perhaps though, it was the tone of the call, which was calm rather than gruff, which had originally been what he had grown used to.


    soft pads pulling him near, the golden kit would gaze curiously towards the other, before his eyes fell to the ground. no, although he was here now, he was still no equal to the other, and rather inferior, not allowed to even seek the eye contact of the other. "f-forgottenkit" the young male would voice, introducing himself nervously, while at the same time trying to prevent the butterflies from dancing around in his stomach.





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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;][hr] Max turned, grey gaze drifting over the few Shadowclanners gathered until they finally rested upon the one who'd called fro the meet and greet. Not quite sure what to do she stepped over, sitting down beside the stranger- a kit- as wrapping her tail around her paws. So, a meet and greet? That was probably self-explanatory, right?


    "I'm, ah, Max. Caulfield. Nice to meet you." She lifted a paw to shake with the other, but hesitated, putting it back down. They didn't really do that, did they? She flicked her ears, gaze focusing down as they stared at the grass under their paws, kneading it until her claws hard torn each piece into a tiny shred of what it used to be as she fidgeted, unsure what to do now.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; width: 420px; color: black;]— The sound of a gentle voice calling for a meet and greet struck something odd in the demon, a curiosity that he rarely felt towards... anyone, really. His large paws fell heavily upon the soft earth, drawing him ever closer towards the being that had called for everyone to gather. The tiger moved brusquely, with the intention to get there and get it over with as quickly as possible. Miyu had never had a desire to chat with anyone, or to so much as learn their names, but he knew that it was expected of him here in a clan. It was times like these that he missed being on his own.


    As he approached the small group, he released a small puff of exasperation, already mentally rolling his eyes. Meet and greets truly were nothing but an annoyance. However, as his deep brown gaze landed on the creature who was the source of the gathering, his breath caught, and his eyes widened for the briefest moments. She was truly a sight to behold, her soft sable color not something he had ever seen before. She was small, much smaller than himself, and yet it made her appear graceful, delicate, and perhaps even... cute. The beast was, for a measure of time, simply entranced.


    But eventually, reality sank back in, and he realized where he was. Shaking his head and averting his gaze in hopes no one would notice his previous reaction, Miyuki cleared his throat quietly. "I..." Not entirely sure where he was going with that sentence, or why his mind was currently so blank, the demon silently cursed himself, an irritated look crossing his face. Just spit it out already and get out of here! "Name's Miyuki Harbringer. Pleasure," he muttered bluntly, tail lashing slightly in the background.


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    Oh, she had not seen this face before. Even more so to greet the femme face to face, take the opportunity, rather than leaving it for later. Perhaps they shared a common interest or two. Nevertheless, Caligula was always happy to get to know someone - making friends was better than making enemies, for the more friends you had, the stronger you were. Strength collaborated with unity, did it not? "Hello" the petite femme smiled lightly, sauntering on willowy limbs while her hazel visionaries briefly observed Asami. Oh, what a pretty ribbon! "My name is Caligula! It's a pleasure to be made of your acquaintance, ma'am"


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    ➤     Sango almost started wheezing at Miyuki, trying to keep her usual stern expression intact. At a loss for words, huh? She'd aim to shoot telepathically towards the tiger, casting him a sidelong glance before shaking her head to focus on who has called the meet and greet. "Hey there," She began, moving to a sitting position. "Name's Sango, one of two GraveDiggers here. Holler if you ever need anything."





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    It took a minute to partially compose herself — nothing was really going to happen or get done from her simply standing around. So she opted to address all the strangers in the order of which they came;— starting from the petite golden kitten (far smaller than herself). He seemed nervous, perhaps even more so than she; he refused to make eye contact, and she couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong, for surely she wasn't that intimidating. He did, however, manage to muster up the courage to introduce himself, albeit in a rather hesitant fashion— and she felt the slightest tug of sympathy for him, given that when she'd been younger, she hadn't been much better, quite honestly. "Ah, Forgottenkit, is it? I'm Asami... and, I'll be sure to remember." Internally, she winced at the irony of her choice of words... hopefully that wouldn't come across as a cruel joke of any sort— regardless of how significant or insignificant he was, she obviously wasn't looking to be resented.


    The next that slipped into the scene was another domestic feline, their fur colour an ordinary shade of brown. Nevertheless, the young girl found herself both intrigued and puzzled, as the other (who hadn't wasted much time in introducing herself as Max — Max Caulfield) seemed to have been about to extend her a paw, only to withdraw it just as quickly. A sheepish look briefly enveloped Asami's features as she spoke, her tone bordering somewhere on puzzled yet conciliatory, "Oh... it's very nice to meet you too. And, um... we can still shake paws... if you like?" That was a human custom, was it not? From what she had read in books, handshakes (pawshakes, in their case) typically followed greetings and pleasantries in some of their cultures... as to where Max might have picked the habit up, she was, admittedly, a tad curious to know. But if the other didn't bother to provide an explanation, then perhaps some other time.


    Finally, there were the three others that had filed in, all of different species: a wolf (of some sort... she wasn't too familiar with the different breeds, unfortunately), a hellhound (she'd noted that their kind was becoming and increasingly more common sight as of late; did they all know each other? Had they come in packs?), and a large melanistic tiger, whose hulking form easily dwarfed her own. Quickly flashing Sango a gratuitous smile and a nod, before doing the same in regards to Caligula and offering the former a quick "thank you", and responding to the latter with "the pleasure's all mine", her rose-kissed gaze, dusted silver with moonlight, then settled upon the ebony beast that had undoubtedly caught her attention — or perhaps, more specifically, his wings. Upon hearing him utter his name, a smile would touch her lips, and she dipped her head in a gesture of acknowledgement. "Likewise," the girl responded, her voice coming out slightly softer than she'd meant to, "...You have beautiful wings, by the way. They're stunning." Oh no, she wasn't one for flattery — anyone who knew her well would be well aware of the fact that her compliments were as genuine as they came. Her sister's wings were white— a pure, immaculate white, whiter than freshly fallen snow or a dove's fragile wings; the male's set were a stark contrast to that which she'd always admired, but they were black in the sense of that all-encompassing night... quiet, still, and not in the slightest bit menacing... at least, not to her eyes. She believed there were horrors in this world far more frightening than the blackness that signaled the close of day.
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    && /sweats bc this is late and i didn't proofread, but i'm just gonna roll with it since i'm tired,,,


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    [justify]Meet and greets! Yay! she loved those lots! "Hi there, I'm Paintedpaw!" She squeaked, Paintedpaw adored meeting new people, or animals, or whatever, she was a very friendly cat.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;][hr]"O-oh, if... if you want to." Max smiled, holding her paw back out. She wasn't entirely sure how it would work, seeing as they had no thumbs or fingers. Just sorta... touch paws and hope for the best? Whatever. Maybe.


    //rip muse
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