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    Landon was on a mission. The young husky was flying. Well barely. You see, he hadn't exactly gotten the hang of it yet so he was hopping, flying a couple feet, and then landing on the ground again. He was going to fly fully....hopefully.


    He had done this for a long time now, and he was getting quite tired and his wings were exhausted and aching from how much they were being used. He decided to just walk for now, and as he was walked, he saw the staircase, as well as the islands and his eyes widened, his mouth dropped open in astonishment. However, it was quickly replaced by a little bit of fear. "Wait a minute this looks like....." he trailed off and his eyes widened even more with shock "This looks like heaven! Am I dead?! I don't remember dying...wait. There's no pain in heaven and I hurt so..." He was ultra confused. He looked to the ground in thought for a moment, and tapped a claw to his chin. He then lifted his head again, and tilted it to the side. "Jesus?" the half-angel would cautiously call out.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Ugh, there was something about angels that made him want to punch through their face. It was likely his bad experience with Michael, but he was sure somewhere out in the big fat ugly world there was an angel more pure then holy water. He without a doubt believed he'd go to hell when he died, and it was rightfully believed so. At heart, he was a bad person. He had done bad things - awful things - things he wasn't proud of. If someone wanted to use the excuse that he was just "misunderstood" he appreciated the thought, but the harsh reality of it was that Breadstick was a bad person. Bad things happened to bad people, so he supposed that's why his life was totally great. But anyways, this husky was amusing. He was tempted to speak out and say "hello, my child" and embrace him, but he decided not to for multiple reasons. "I wish it was heaven - nah, this is only Blizzardclan." He began to laugh, before quickly clearing out his throat. "Um - anyways, why are you here? Were you just interested in finding Jesus or...?" He'd trail off.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Perhaps, such hadn't been an unjust conclusion on the other's end. The servaline drew to a halt by Circ, ashen orbs shifting towards the stranger, whom had seemed rather jarred by the copse of floating islands which he had managed to stumble across. Breadstick had done a viable job on elaborating on where they were, alongside inquiring the other for their name - therefore, Tama simply opted to offer them a brief smile, and a nod. Blizzardclan was no heaven, but it was certainly home, for her, and for many at that. She wasn't sure as to how Breadstick personally saw it: as to whether it was a temporary shelter, or a permanent residence..But, either way, the clump of islands kept many banded together.


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    TAGS 14/11/2016

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]oh, this poor guy. They were hurt, and thought they were dead! hi. I'm gravedigger- oh that might not have helped uh.. call my Bruce if you want.. do you want a blanket??

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    Seeing the feline come up, the young husky plopped his butt down and titled his head greatly to the side. This was not Jesus as far as he knew? No. He had met Jesus before, he was a half-angel after all. But just-uh.....he didn't know Jesus to change bodies.


    "Oh! Oh! Blizzardclan! That's right, not Heaven! I knew I didn't die..." the pup would suddenly exclaim upon hearing that he wasn't exactly in heaven. "I was-uh......I was coming here for......well, I'd like to see Jesus again but this isn't heaven so I guess.....I was coming here to join I think?" the canine would say, slightly unsure. This whole thinking this place was heaven thing was kind of throwing him off.


    He watched as someone else came up. She seemed...slightly familiar. He didn't know why, but perhaps he'd seen her before. He beamed her a cheeky grin whenever she flashed him a smile, and he wagged his tail in greeting, only to focus on someone else that came over.


    Gravedigger. That's uh....interesting? It had a slightly negative connotation but at the same time he didn't believe it was necessarily bad? Grave Digging was just an activity, after all. And someone had to do it, didn't they? anyways. "Hiya! I'm Landon. Bruce? Is Bruce a......middle name?" he'd ask. He did a lot of asking. Which probably would bother lost of people by the time he actually even started living here. But, honestly, he wasn't really concerned with that. upon being asked if he wanted a blanket, the child beamed, his tail wagging slightly in excitement. "Ooo! Yes please!" he'd chime.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]he blinked. no, a former name. I don't mind if you call me that though.

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]"How ever does one get Gravedigger from Bruce?" No matter — that's not what Ilima has to dwell on now. Instead, the Saluki approaches with the intentions of making sure that this Jesus-seeking joiner is alright. Had he known in advance that the husky desires a blanket, he would've fetched one, but alas, he's empty-pawed, and can only stare with a strange mix of pity and thoughtfulness in his eyes, reserved as his features themselves seem. "Hello," he greets, "I'm Ilima. Do you want to come back to camp and get a blanket there?" It seems to be the smartest option, and there's nobody stopping Landon from entering the territory properly, considering his intentions are to do just that.
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    [spoiler=tags | updated 11/27]

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    [size=7pt]GENERAL INFORMATION: [biography]
    · Captain Ilima | No Nicknames | ♂ | Unknown Sexuality
    · Unknown Birthday | Phys. 12 m/o | Roughly Real-Timed
    · Member of BlizzardClan | Trial Captain, "Dreamboat"


    RELATIONSHIP INFO: [heart chart] [notes]
    · Single | No Crushes | No "Maybe" Crushes
    · NPC Parents [Immigrated] | Generation 1
    · No Apprentice | No Best Friend | No Archenemies
    · Mostly polite and dignified. Welcoming and competitive.


    APPEARANCE: [anatomy ref] (not fur colour)
    ○ SPECIES: SALUKI | STATUS: HEALTHY [UNHARMED, 100%]
    · pale pink (#f3c5b3) fur. lean and slender; long limbs, feathery extremes.
    · grey-blue eyes. graceful-looking and elegant; moves with a prancing gait.
    — current injuries: none so far; uninjured.


    PERSONALITY: [click] [click]
    · inspired by ilima from pokémon sun and moon.
    · reserved, urbane, passive-aggressive. lowkey snarky, welcoming, scholarly.
    · competitive, distinguished, whimsical, somewhat formal. flamboyant to a point.


    INTERACTION & CONFRONTATION: [combat info]
    · Moderate Difficulty | Somewhat Trained | Determined
    · May Start Fights | Won't Quit | Won't Kill; May Negotiate
    · Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
    · Attack in [color=white]bold white    , [color=black]bold black    , or bold underlined.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Oh, geez. Redlipstick approached next, offering a sympathetic smile. "Welcome to BlizzardClan. I'm Redlipstick, but you can call me Red. Can I get you anything at the moment?"
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    info | updated 11/04/2016
    info | updated 11/04/2016