Waterlogging: Open + Meet and greet

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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; width: 450px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; word-spacing: -1px; line-height: 15px;]It was cool morning, and the slightly chilled air eased the lamb as they stalked out of the castle, their other half folowing close behind them with loud, booming steps. They had no need for being quiet, amung their... camp there was no need to hide. Their clanmates were 'Welceoming' and their land plentiful of death. There was no need to hide themselves amung the mercanaries as they had yet to catch on.


    "Would you tell me a story, little lamb?" Wolf's voice was the smae as it always used to be, egar for the day as they walked with lamb, running circles around the small mammal as their black eyes crickled with mischef. "Once upon a time, there lived a old, tierd man in which no one liked, you see everyone had to see this man, and for that reason everyone disliked him. So, he took an axe and split himself in half.""To have a friend?""To have a friend."


    It was a story that they had shared with eachother for decades, one that they were constant in reminding themselves in. It was upon these similar days- days of travel that they needed the reminder. When the lonliness grew in both lamb and wolf's chest. Even amungst eachother there was something about being together that made them both feel so very alone.


    Constant chatter was a good distraction, they knew this and always tried to remind themselves. The wolf let out a huff, their mouth opening as a huff of light cyan blue escaped their jaws like vapor. Lamb chuckled quietly at wolf's antics. "Maybe it is time we grow aquainted with a few others around Us." Wolf seemed to perk at the idea, maybe then they would not be so lonesome anymore. Maybe in the presenc of others this feeling would ebb away.
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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Oh boy, this was weird. Blinking in the direction of the wolf and the lamb, Lacework would arch a nonexistent brow in their direction. Well, her thoughts were pretty much the same- It was about time that she start doing more in this group (and the Cartel, if she were honest) and so she padded over, tail tip twitching. "We haven't met," she commented bluntly. "I'm Lacework."
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