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    [justify]Landon[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -18px;][justify]-- [size=11pt]Dear fellow traveler, underneath the moon![/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]
    The canine examined the colors of the morning sky, his eyes soft as he watched the purple and pinks mix with clouds adding to the color every now and then. The scenery put a smile on his face as he glided, holding steady on a nice, cool breeze that ruffled his fur as well as feathers gently. He flapped his wings slightly to keep his speed, the canine's eyes slowly drifted towards the ground. When he saw his destination, the canine let his body drop vertically, making him halt in the air as he hovered, using his wings to do so, before slowly circling down towards the ground.


    Landing, the canine folded his wings to his side and glanced around, slightly unsure now that he was here, but still positive nonetheless. Sitting down, he took in a small breath, and waited patiently, shuffling his paws slightly just for the sake of something to do while he waited.



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    info — updated 12/16

    [size=8]Brown eyes watched as the husky approached the border, in awe. If only Shiro could have wings like that; alas, he was a bear, and incredibly heavy. That wouldn't work out too well for him unless he could shapeshift. With a sigh, the cub trudged over next to Rukia, offering a serene smile in welcome.


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    [font=8pt]GENERAL INFO
    — shirokuma "shiro" pal
    — three moons
    — male; he/him but fine with they/them as well
    — npc xx npc; adopted by magnus pal
    APPEARANCE
    — polar bear + big + brown eyes
    — wears a brown apron when making coffee
    — wears a blue scarf or blue bandana tied behind him
    BATTLE TAGS
    — surprisingly medium/hard
    — conjuration
    — no maim; no kill; attack in [color=white]bolded white

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana;]"Yo!" Seven would holler as he came sauntering over in his usual upbeat style, tail wagging viciously behind himself as he trotted. His vibrant golden gaze fixed on the winged canine, taking a moment to admire the other's wings before he settled himself down beside Rukia and smiled amiably at the stranger. He took a moment to push up the glasses that had slid down his nose an considerable amount due to his jumping around before he had came, and inclined his head just slightly to the side. They were getting quite a few people joining them, weren't they?


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