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    [font=arial]dressed in furs jutos!


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; color: white; text-align: justify;][size=8][font=arial]"THERE'S GONNA BE A HEARTACHE TONIGHT, A HEARTACHE TONIGHT, I KNOW!!!", sang the rowdy addax at the top of her enormous lungs. She had swigged a bottle of well-aged wine just before she waltzed down to the entrance of the cave- well, no, that was a lie- a [i]few     bottles of well-aged wine. That about did her in and now she'd be singing the Eagles, a band she had paid enough attention to when she had found a human's radio in the Loner Lands. "HEY, YA' BUCKAROOS! DRESSED IN FURS'S HERE TA JOIN! AREN'T YOU GUYS LUCKY?"[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-bottom: 9px solid white; width: 300px;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -16px;][size=7pt]RED ROSES AND CHAMPAGNE, IT WAS RIGHT UP THERE WITH TWAIN[/fancypost][/fancypost]

    [color=white]★★★


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    TAGS (11/24/16)

    [size=20pt][glow=red,2,300]FRECKLEDMESSIAH[/glow]

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    "I'll Always Be There
    To Pick You Up When You Fall"

    		 [align=center][font=dilleniaupc]"Just Take My Hand
    And Have A Little Faith In Me"

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    Freckledmessiah was already feeling overwhelmed as he padded over to investigate, but he pulled a merry smile regardless. Though the aroma of the wine was starting to get to him, but he had promised to never drink again... he had to refrain at all costs.
    "Y-yes, always nice to see another singer in the group. Welcome, Dressed in Furs, I'm Freckledmessiah. It's... a pleasure."
    Inhaling a little he then decided to join in with the singing.
    "There's gonna be a heartache tonight, I know. Lord, I know! We can beat around the bushes, we can get down to the bone."


    Character Info

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    Lonewolf much preferred Freckledmessiah's singing over whoever on earth this person was' singing. At least he didn't purposely make his voice echo through the caves to announce his entrance, but that could be excused by the fact that Dressed In Furs seemed visibly drunk. The warrior sighed. There was a very good reason he refrained from drinking often.


    "Welcome, I'm Lonewolf." He meowed curtly from a distance, not wanting to get caught up in her and Freckledmessiah's little duet that they had going on. Hopefully she was able to settle down a little before she introduced herself to too many other people in the group, because so far she'd made an interesting first impression on Lonewolf. He was sure she was a lovely person, though.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#99ff73; border: 5px solid white; width: 325px; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 20pt; font-family: georgia]PERIDOT ![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px; width: 335px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: black; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]nerd ★ attack in bold #99ff73 ★ ferrokinesis ★ #dorito[/fancypost]
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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

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    [font=arial]dressed in furs jutos!


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; color: white; text-align: justify;][size=8][font=arial]What a cutie. He looked like he half wanted to walk away and pretend not to have been there and half wanted to be sweet and welcoming. She'd allow him either way, really. People got spooked when others were drunk and it would not be the first time someone had reacted in such a way. As he drew closer she saw that he was going for that kindly route and gave him a lop-sided boozy grin in thanks. "You TOO, FRECKLEDMESSIAH ~" She sort of sing-sang the last part. When he struck up with her one could imagine the girl's delight and overexcitement at having found an Eagles fan to massacre old and timeless songs with. "WE CAN LEAVE IT IN THE PARKIN' LOT, BUT EITHER WAY
    THERE'S GONNA BE A HEARTACHE TONIGHT, I KNOW!!"    , she howled.


    "Jesus H God tap dancing Christ, you'reee a sweetieee. Here." She proceeded to slightly wound her ear as she worked a hind hoof to it and manured it around until finally a large hoop earring popped out. She nosed it to him and if one took the time to settle back and watch one would realize it was a thank you gift produced from wherever in the mind that was clearly all over the place at the moment.


    She turned in time to see another one approach and then come to a halt. "AWWWE WHYYY??", she whined, her ears tucking back. She had managed to scare another person for real and this suddenly made her sad. Why did drunkies always have to have mood changes? She hated having mood changes. [i]Settle, why won'tcha', thoughts.


    "You suree are a lone wolfie." She had to agree with that sort of name. It seemed like the most fitting one she had ever heard of in her short, young life. Everyone else had odd names that made no sense. All that she knew was that some people's parents had to be as drunk as a skunk as she was to think some names up. Like, who even named their kid Dressed in Furs? It was literally half of a sentence.


    "Hi, Peridoot." It was a space woman that was staring her spacewoman goggles at her. The only reasnoning Furs could find for the color of the cat's fur was that she either ate lettuce and broccoli everyday or that she was covered in spinach from head to toe. Popeye must be after her. Furs began to fear for "Peridoot"'s life. "You gotta get outta...here! He's gonna getcha'!"[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-bottom: 9px solid white; width: 300px;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -16px;][size=7pt]RED ROSES AND CHAMPAGNE, IT WAS RIGHT UP THERE WITH TWAIN[/fancypost][/fancypost]

    [color=white]★★★


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    TAGS (11/24/16)

    [size=20pt][glow=red,2,300]FRECKLEDMESSIAH[/glow]

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    "I'll Always Be There
    To Pick You Up When You Fall"

    		 [align=center][font=dilleniaupc]"Just Take My Hand
    And Have A Little Faith In Me"

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    Freckles reluctantly accepted the earring though he wasn't entirely sure about what to do with it. But a gift was a gift so he continued to offer her a warm smile as he kept a hold of the hoop earring. "Thank you." Looking at Lonewolf he wordlessly pleaded for help, he had no idea how to handle the situation.


    Character Info

    Usually Octoberkit enjoyed people singing, but the loud caterwaul of the drunken person was not pleasant to his ears. It echoed among the caves, but he wasn't frightened of this person. No, he didn't quite understand that she was drunk. He'd never witnessed somebody being drunk before - he just figured this was their personality. And honestly it didn't bother him; the smell of wine was pungent though and he wrinkled his nose at it. "Hello," he greeted cheerfully. "My name is Octoberkit, pleasure to meet you!" he declared with a little smile.

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    Noticing Freckled's silent plea for help, Lonewolf decided to take a step closer to the singing duo so he was able to subtly intervene. "Uh, I think that's enough choir for now. We don't want to wake up the sleeping children, do we now?" The tom suggested awkwardly. He glanced back at the advisor to see if what he'd done was the right thing. He hoped that Dressed in furs took his advice as well for the sake of the group as well as his ears.


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