bells of notre dame - open , temporary joining

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    Misty whisps of air swirled from his large nostrils as the great reindeer softly landed among the familiar embrace of snow. He could not be caught far from it and the same could be said when he was apart from the big man himself: Santa Claus. It seemed he and his unforgettable herd had all gotten split up from one another and that weight pressed against his grand chest as he slid through the dunes of pure white. They would all find each other someday. He kept telling himself that. Santa always was prepared for Christmas and that meant he had to find them all. There could be no possibility that he wouldn't find them. For now, Donner would stay put and hope that Saint Nick and his other buddies would find their way to him and eventually reunite. Christmas could only be signed off as doomed without all of the reindeer.


    "Dunder. Joining.", his deep voice boomed in the flurry of flakes and gray skies. The people here should be friendly enough to lead him back to their camp.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Honestly, the big reason he didn't like Christmas was well... Honestly everything, it was fun at first but it got so boring whenever it was just celebrated before it was even December. But eh, he had always been a stick in the mud anyway. Slowly approaching, he looked up at the large deer and he thought for a few seconds. Had he ever seen a reindeer? He did have memories from other people, but had he himself ever seen one? Probably. Clearing his throat, Breadstick would respond quickly. "Uh, welcome Dunder. What brings you here anyway?" He questioned with a curious tilt of his head. "Oh and um uh I'm named .. Breadstick." He would introduce himself.


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    Matty loved Christmas. It was a time for family, and giving each other gifts... everything just seemed happier around the holiday season. The weather was wonderful too; Matty adored the cold. Padding forwards to stand next to Breadstick, the serval cleared his throat before speaking, "We-Welcome! I'm Ma-Matty... d-do you need anything...?" In fact... he had just seen a creature like this. Some kind of reindeer, with a big red nose. Tilting his head to the side slightly, out of curiosity, Matty continued, "Wh-Where are you from?"


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px][justify]Rosalie was indifferent about Christmas. Back when she celebrated it, she didn't care either way for it. Of course, her family wasn't wealthy enough to suit her expensive tastes, but still. But now, it just brought back bittersweet vague memories of her long-gone family. She longed to spend just one more Christmas with her family, or even a mate. She sighed at the thought, knowing that was unlikely, if not impossible. "Nice to meet you. Rosalie." She said with a beautiful smile.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Deer or reindeer? There were many subspecies of deer and related species, so Sweetophelia had great difficulty picking out what exactly it was that Donner was. Approaching after Rosalie, the BlizzardClan Head Combatant came to stand beside Matty, her pale lilac eyes displaying openness as she gazed at the new member of BlizzardClan. "Welcome to BlizzardClan, Donner." Why, that was the name of one of Santa's eight - well, nine, if you included Rudolph - reindeer. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen," the seal-point feline introduced herself politely, her head dipping into a shallow nod. "I hope that your journey here was easy?" she questioned mildly.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]"Dunder? Ah... nice to meet you," he had a deep, booming voice; it kind of reminded her of Zek. That guy had been rather loud, too. In fact, it was hard to tell if he was yelling or not. Dunder kind of reminded her of him. "My name's Mary. If you get hurt, I can definitely help you," she might as well tell him that she was the medic here, shouldn't she?
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    mary xerses — idk how old she is anymore — female — septemberpaw xx lilypaw — medic of blizzardclan — "snake queen" — ghoul — 1/4 medusa — adopted sister of tama


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5]Dunder? A name she'd yet to hear, before just a few moments ago. The Head Paladin approached with a smile, seating herself next to her son. "Welcome to BlizzardClan, then. I'm Redlipstick, call me Red."
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    Donner could be one of the sharpest and reluctant sticks in the mud to reindeer kind but that did not keep him from keeping holy the holiday. His father before him had loved it and had passed down that loyal favoritism of the holiday to the once young Donner. He had grown up around it and had been raised for it. There was no other season for him than winter and in it that special day he always anticipated. "Joining brings me here." He felt it had been clear though had made quick use of repeating himself in a cold manner. That way it would stick. "Breadstick.", he verified with a curt nod.


    He could tolerate the cold. His shaggy coat prevented extreme chill though from time to time it would sting his nose and then he would be in a far more sour mood than he already was in. Snow, too, had he been raised with and even that could not help his attitude towards it. "Sleep and for everyone to get out of my way but we cannot all have what we want." He would take into account the name, though. It would be stashed and seen after as to what list the reindeer could report this Matty fell under. "A place you've never been and will never go to."


    Don could relate about the longing after family. His own was in God know's where and he kept lying to himself that they would show up at some point. Learning about the different clans of others he had come to know that not everyone found their way home again. It was this nagging thought that buzzed at the back of his conscience and weighed heavy on him now that he recalled it. "Mmhm." The gruff noise boomed.


    He had met normal deer in his lifetime. They were a farther graceful relation to him and his bumbling breed. The does' legs were thin and like the winding branches of snow laden trees while the bucks of the other kind had racks not quite as big as his or any other reindeer bucks's own. Really, the does were the redeeming quality about that part of the family tree. He bobbed his great head in thanks. Words would be reduced now. Another nod. "No." At least he was honest.


    Everyone was saying that. There should be some variation, he complained to himself. Words lost their meaning and intent when put on repeat which was an additional reason he spared the world of his speaking. It had dulled a long time ago. "Alright. Thank you." Getting hurt was not apart of his list of things to do.


    Bored of nodding, the reindeer instead turned his insightful eye to the lady and simply gave her a knowing stare. That should please her and she would have to deal with that as a response.
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