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    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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    [sub]Poplarfoot was surprised to see a canine with wings, but this didn't stop him from drawing nearer to Landon. A slight smile was present on his face and he cleared his throat. "Good morning...you're on HawkClan's territory. Is that for a reason? Can I help you...?" as he waited for an answer he studied the cross hanging from his neck and had to stifle a laugh. If this fellow had known of his history, of the contents of his soul...! Fortunately, that was not common knowledge, and he was able to focus on his new life as a HawkClanner and on Johnny instead of worrying about his old devilish ways...literally.

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    Flying dogs had not been a common sight in Georgia, where Johnny was from. In fact, he'd never seen one before, so this was quite a surprise. The dark, ruddy brown feline strode up next to Poplarfoot, leaning against his boyfriend. He studied the canine's rather... angelic appearance as well, wondering how Pop would fare with him in Hawkclan, assuming that Landon was joining. Johnny let out a bit of a chuckle at the thought of the two having to interact- it was a funny scenario.
    Since the questions had already been asked, the feline remained silent for now, green eyes studying the stranger intently.


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    //oooo reading Poplarfoot's bio and personality/history deal, maybe they can have a plot?? I have some ideas in mind if you wanna hear them!\\


    You see....there was a slight problem with being an archangel. Usually, upon the first meeting, you could tell if someone was one of God or one of the Devil. It was a blessing and a curse as sometimes you wanted to just interact peacefully with all, however the resentment towards anyone of the underworld, that was very hard. Plus, it was his job to protect those from evil...and mostly his job to heal as well. Therefore, what he wanted to do and his job collided. But, when it came to that, job came first as God had assigned him there.


    The canine still held a small smile on his face, although one 'eyebrow' quirked up, showing he was a bit unsure. Thr serval didn't seem to have the power of the devil...but he didn't know. Plus, he never really saw anyone else of Devil or of God in physical form, which made it all the more confusing. Anyways, that was to be thought about later. Shaking his head a little to clear his mind, he focused on the two. "Hey there! And yes.....would you mind if I joined?" he'd ask with a small tilt of his head and a cheeky, energetic grin, "Oh, my name's Landon, by the way! Please to meet you two!" the canine would chime, his unsure turn from earlier completely gone for the time being.


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    [sub]The feeling of the dark tomcat leaning against him thrilled him from head to toe; he did not dare move, desperate to enjoy the affectionate gesture for as long as he could. Poplarfoot had given up his powers when he had followed Johnny from Georgia; he was not able to sense the contents of others' souls. Perhaps if he had, he would have been able to see that Johnny was much more of a devil than the devil himself. The small serval frowned in slight bemusement at Landon's sudden hesitancy; it disappeared as quickly as it had come and the winged fellow seemed quite cheerful now. "No, not at all. We'd love to have you. Welcome to HawkClan, Landon! My name is Poplarfoot and this is Johnny."


    ooc: yes absolutely!! pm me?

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    Johnny pulled away to stand up a bit straighter, green gaze burning holes into Landon. The move was intentional- he didn't want to appear like he couldn't carry himself, but he liked teasing Pop from time to time, too.
    Seeing that Poplarfoot had already introduced him, he didn't feel the need to say anything more except the typical responses. However, his claws itched at the ground. He could say his own name.
    "Nice t' meet ya, Landon," the cat meowed, running his tongue along his teeth. He analyzed the canine a bit closer, noting his unsure looks, his hesitancy. What was that all about? Could the dog sense that his boyfriend was the devil? If he did, Johnny didn't know what he'd do. If Landon was as angelic as he appeared, that could be bad, but... well, he didn't know. Pop was important to keep around.
    "Like Pop said, my name's Johnny. If ya need help gettin' settled, you can come t' one of us."


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    Landon was trying his best to push his unner gut feelings away. It was working, but he knew he couldn't exactly push them down forever. It didn't work like that. He was grateful for the conversation, mainly because it distracted him. "Thank you, thank you very much."" the canine would say, dipping his head in thanks with a smile. Hearing the names, he looked over the both of them with a smile, and gave a nod as he took note.
    After Poplar foot introduced Johnny, he watched in mild surprise as the other stood on his own rather quickly, he guessed it was in mild annoyance of someone else introducing him? Perhaps. Anyways, they were leaning on one another so he guessed they were quite close. "Thank you, I'll be sure to come to you two." he'd say with a brief nod at his own words.



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    [sub]Poplarfoot was unsure where to proceed from here. His social skills, while workable and leaning to the side of charming, were far from exhaustive. Devils dealt with fire and demons and, in his case, fiddles, not accepting canines with wings into a group called 'HawkClan', and especially not ones with cross necklaces! "Well..." he said, a touch awkwardly, [b]"Do you need directions to HawkClan's camp?"

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    Unsure and a bit uneasy at this point in the conversation, Landon, just like Poplarfoot, was not exactly sure what to say, or do. He shuffled his paws, before looking back to Pop as he spoke. Back to camp? Well? being he didn't really know this place well.... "Uh, yes, that'd be great." he said with a smile. This was awkward.


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    Pit was next to appear, attracted by the slew of voices he'd just happened to overhear. He idled somewhere near Johnny, whom was also unfamiliar to him, and cast a pair of baby blue eyes upon Landon. Admittedly, his gaze lingered on the other's wings, absent-mindedly ruffling his own. He couldn't help but wonder if Landon could fly. Probably. Most people who had wings could fly - except him. He flashed a smile and pushed those thoughts out of his head.
    "Hi! I'm Pit, apprentice and servant of the Goddess of Light. You said your name was Landon, right?" the angel boy chirped.
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