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    The young canine had a home. Had being the key word. In his last home he had kind of...sort of....caught some things on fire by accidentally knocking over a torch and completely ruined a party. So, he really didn't want to face the consequences of being the clumsy dog he was. So, he ran away. In a ball of tears, of course. He never meant any harm but he destroyed a party that had lots of great food he could have eaten. But the main reason he was crying in the first place was because he was scared. Well, he was scared of a lot but this time he was scared...like really scared. The decided canine high-tail it into scarclan, in hopes of getting away from the trouble he had caused. He didn't know if this place would be better for him....all He knew was where he was, and that was about it.


    He then slowed down, before finally plopping his butt down, the emotional canine sniffling. He raised his paws and pulled his paws over in shame. He curled himself into a smaller ball, and attempted to disappear, the husky pup trying to control his breathing from his run.



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    The horse came from a meadow in which he had been inspecting. The flowers had been calming and the waving of the leaves even more so. Nature was the finest creation the world had to offer and to take time out of his day to reflect and learn from it was a delight for his otherwise monotonous life. Nothing excited him right now and he simply could not find something to be excited about. No one was going anywhere, he wasn't going anywhere, the clan wasn't going anywhere and he had no clue as to the business of the clan politic wise. He would not attempt to ask for he hardly knew anyone here let alone have a friend.


    He had not known earlier that Anita knew a hint of Spanish. He had only known his Father to speak Italian and to know of another person who could potentially carry out a conversation in his own mother language was the first exciting thing to occur to him ever since he had been adopted and brought into the clan. He'd tuck it away for future knowledge and damn well hold onto it.


    He remained silent as he awaited the stranger to react to Anita's proposal of knowing the dog.
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    Once in a past life, he had a litter of pups. Sadly, only two survived, and even then, he hadn't seen much of them. Nevertheless, he held a firm belief that anything with even the mere thought of weakness was something to be shunned. There was no use in offering someone too ill or helpless support, as it would just be a waste of precious time and attention. Of course, only an *sshole like him would think of such a thing, which was why it offended him so when his own son decided to assist him in his endeavors.


    Dying or not, if he couldn't go down like a brute, then by gods, what was he but a kit in need of constant assistance?


    [b]"Don't get too close, Ani," Ferdinand warned as he lumbered over, looking over the quivering pup. His nostrils flared as he took in the male's scent. Nope, nothing that he recognized. Then again, his sense of smell was halfway out of it, anyway. He wouldn't be surprised of the pup had shat himself, he wouldn't have noticed. "We don't know who, or what, it is."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    the silver jaguar would stop next to his son, the stallion a calming presence in the wildcat's otherwise hectic lifestyle as of late. he was feeling rather pained, no sway to his hips as there usually was, no slow and musical-in-visual motion. the pain was subtle, hidden by his practiced abilities. the feline would pause, glancing towards his tia regardless of the blindfold around his eyes. there was very little to say, other than,




    "scared of children now, padre?"




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    [align=center][spoiler= 26/11][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][font=georgia]⚜ GENERAL
    -- leonardo da vinci aureus rayan-winchester
    -- mentally male | physically changes
    -- four or five years old | gay
    -- primal of scarclan


    ⚜ RECENT EVENTS
    -- is struggling with his soul, fracturing (invisibly)


    ⚜ RELATIONSHIPS
    -- jupiter winchester x ferdinand rayan | G??
    -- widower | "it's complicated" | 1/2 of chemo
    -- crushing on chemical warfare
    -- the father to several


    ⚜ APPEARANCE
    SILVER JAGUAR [current/main] 95%
    -- he's still rather small for a jaguar, but he's still a jaguar, his large muscles are better used for climbing and sprinting, motion graceful and swift. he moves with a swing to his hips, unless he's in pain, in which case he manages only to walk normally, or stiffly. his face is always covered by a blindfold, but beneath it is a pair of eyes that either glow bright colours while he's using powers or have the pattern of galaxies, moving about like organic universes.


    SILVER MARGAY [NOT IN USE] 63%
    -- slim, and smaller than some domestics, he manages to be incredibly graceful in spite of the blindfold constantly covering his eyes. below the blindfold (which is rarely taken off), he has horrible scars around his eyes as though someone tried to scoop them out. his eyes are like windows to other galaxies, and looking into them is like extreme stargazing. he doesn't show people his eyes usually.


    ⚜ PERSONALITY
    he's sly and mischievous and might be a little flirty depending on whether or not he's trying to manipulate someone (that someone usually the object of his affection). he's fiercely protective of his children and family and is set in his ways from time to time. he's a silvertongue and prefers to use words but is not above manipulation of other types -- he generally avoids physical conflict. he's known to mediate and be levelheaded but recently has emotional outbursts due to mental and spiritual stress.


    ⚜ INTERACTIONS
    -- avoids physical conflict | uses powers extensively
    -- physically easy | mentally impossible
    -- attack in BOLD AND NOTICEABLE text
    -- unlimited contact allowed from: chemical warfare, ferdinand rayan, bellua cipher