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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: COLOR; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Exhaustion.
    It was the one thing on his mind, first and foremost. Even though it had taken him forever, he wasn't surprised that he had returned here. This place was his home, whether he liked it or not. Grumbling to himself, the male shifted his wings, clearly uncomfortable being in the open, his eyes shifting from left to right as he examined the territory. His wings were white, only a slight difference from his completely cream-colored body. If looked at close enough, you could see tiny scars on his left wing; remnants from a fight that almost rendered it useless. However, with enough gentle care and herbs, he was able to heal it almost completely. Besides his wings, the tom bore a medical mask, that was tied around the back of his head. His eyes showed tiredness and hunger behind them, under a jade green color.


    He continued closer and closer to the base, dragging his feet. The male suddenly stumbled over a rock, cursing in the process. "God damn it," He angrily muttered, the silence broken. Grunting again, the male stopped, looking up and around again before sitting. He figured he had come closer enough to grab someone's attention. Now he just had to wait.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px transparent; border-right: 1px transparent;][justify] although Koda had been in this clan for quite a while now, she had not yet remained here long enough to recognise any returning members. it was strange to her that previous members of this clan were returning, though she was't against it.


    once again, her hazel eyes gazed curiously at the winged tom as she approached, not recognising him and taking him as someone who had never been here before or someone who had come to send a message. there was only one way to find out. "please state your name and business."
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    Bigby was fairly new to the clan, he had seen only a few members come and go, this man by the border was no more than a stranger to the dire. He followed behind Koda, walking with a certain wobble to his steps, seemingly lacking proper balance. It didn't help that his head was turning in his head with unknown Diziness and exhaustion. The huge male shrugged the sensation off as he stood next to Koda, looking at her with a nod of acknowledgement before meeting the trespasser's eyes, awaiting a response to her questions.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Flicking an ear, he snorted quietly to himself. He had gone by quite a few names before. "Eh," The tom had to think for a moment. "Poisonedplaythrough." It was certainly...long. "Feel free to call me Zach, if you guys want." The now named tom shrugged, his eyes flicking between both of them. "This is Darkclan, right? I'm joining, I think. Also, do you guys have food?"


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    poisonedplaythrough? indeed, it was a pretty long name. one that Koda herself would personally avoid saying.
    abide by your own rules.
    the calico took a deep breath before speaking. "welcome to darkclan, s- i mean, zach," Koda awkwardly greeted, instinctively dipping her head when internally, she was kicking herself. hopefully Fukashi did not mind. "i- my name is g-Koda, a general around here. to answer your question, we have plenty of food back at our base," Koda added, flicking her tail towards the direction of camp.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Poi's eyes studied the one who arrived moments before, briefly pausing on Oprah. "...How could I not forget you." He said flatly, awkwardly catching the juice box and setting it down on the ground before he turned to Koda again. "Sweet, thank you. By the way, do we happen to still have the whole medic or soldier choose-your-path thing? And is there someway to be both?"


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    The sudden friendliness that appeared between Oprah and the stranger had come to a surprise to Bigby. He glanced over the two with a look of a confusion, a deep scowl over his features. He was shocked because of two things; this was a former member and Oprah was the leader once? The corporal had no clue such a thing that ever happened. Well, he was relieved that this female wasn't the commander of Darkclan for Bigby wasn't quite fond of her. Not one bit.
    "You were commander? Hell I didn't know that."




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    "Three times?"
    As Bigby repeated the number, he let out a whistle through parted lips, his head slowly shaking at the thought. Damn, it must have been hard leading a clan, Darkclan at that. It must have been ever harder having to lead it three times.
    "Damn"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Poisonedplaythrough looked between the two, listening to their conversation. He remembered being around for at least one of the times that she had led. Poi tried to think back to the past leaders he remembered, but Ender was the only one that really stuck out...
    Shaking away the far away look that was growing in his eyes, he turned back to Bigby and Oprah, glancing around. "I see that you guys got a new territory, if I'm correct. Then again, I could have just been away long enough I forgot what the territory looked like." He shrugged.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]"I remember Saturnine," Poisonedplaythrough murmured, thinking back at the few memories he had of them. "By the way, is there an Electra here?" Everytime. He would ask it, everytime he would rejoin this place. He thought of the old member one of his best friends, back during his first round here. Tiny strings of hope would forever pull at his heart, praying that she had at least been seen around.


    Eyes snapping towards Oprah again, he gave a short laugh. "I guess that just goes to show how long I've been away. I'm sure it won't take too terribly long, though. Is there anything new that I need to be caught up on here?"


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    All these words about a new territory and last members sounded like absolute gibberish to the Darkclan brute. He didn't know much of the clan's history, he didn't know much of its past doings either. A history class wasn't required to join so how would he have known all this? With a sigh, the brute listened to the two exchange words and as Poi asked about a certain Electra, Bigby haunched his sore shoulders into a shrug.
    "I haven't seen an Electra."


    He then turned to face Oprah in a questioning manner.
    Have you?




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 340px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Poison's ears flattened as he recieved answers from the two. "...Damn, okay." He said softly. He didn't know who else he could potentially know. "Yuuma? Are they doing a pretty good job of leading? I mean, the place isn't in shambles so I can only assume," Zach mewed, forcing some sort of laugh out of him. Sighing, he turned to Bigby. "By the way, it's nice to meet you. How have you been?"


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