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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Her weekly task had been to construct a snow fort for the children of BlizzardClan. So that was what Sweetophelia would do now. The BlizzardClan Head Combatant was currently standing on one of BlizzardClan's minor floating islands, her paws digging into the cold snow as she prepared to clean out a floor for the for fort and push out the snow to make walls.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%]Hux watched from his resting place only a few feet away, not much interest sparkling within his yellow eyes. He was not quite sure what the girl was doing exactly, but he assumed she was digging for hibernating snakes. While he, personally, did not have an acquired taste for snakes, he had met a couple who had, but Hux wanted to avoid that experience. Continuing to watch for a little bit, the great dane began to suspect that she was, in fact, not hunting for snakes. Growing tired of fighting his internal argument over what exactly this stranger clan mate was doing, Hux decided to check it out. Rising to his paws, the male made his way over, head peering over the cat. "What are you doing?" he questioned, his voice bland and unreadable as ever.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Sweetophelia turned, her soft ears pricking in interest as she looked over at Hux. Another unfamiliar face in BlizzardClan that she didn't recognise. "I'm building a snow fort," she explained, taking a step back from her incomplete creation. Her paws were beginning to feel numb. "It was my weekly task," the BlizzardClan Head Combatant added, a shrug to her shoulders. "You could be a gentleman and help me," she suggested, figurative eyebrow rising. Sweetophelia returned to her task then, reinforcing the southern walls. This would have been a lot funner if she was still a child. "What's your name, by the way?" Might as well ask now.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%]Snow fort? He was not quite sure what the purpose was, but his question was then answered. A weekly task was an unfamiliar concept to him, however, what a weekly was dwelled in the title. Hesitating for a moment, the large hound moved in beside Sweetophelia as began to dig, his law paws seemingly making the fort shape quicker. He was a dog, after all, and dogs liked to dig. "Hux," he barked, eyes watching the snow as he shaped it. Even if formality was no longer a necessity, going by his last name had been forged into a habit he was not sure he could break away from. "What is yours?" Still being new, he had quite a bit of names and faces to catch up on.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 375px;][justify][font=andale mono]Riddlersgame didn't often find himself straying far from Blizzardclan's main island, but occasionally the need to entertain himself drew him away from his usual habits, though he had been less concerned with his other persona, Ed, acting up lately. As it would happen, the lanky tabby soon found himself wandering into sight of Sweetophelia and Hux. He wasn't familiar with the canine, but the sight of the Head Combatant brought a smile to his features. "Mind if I assist you?" he asked - interrupting them, perhaps? No matter - as he made his way closer, though it wasn't as if he thought she'd decline.

    [fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]Pierce enjoyed to wander around Blizzardclan territory in his spare time. He liked discovering new things he hadn't noticed before. It was just this he was doing, exploring the area he had grown so used to, when Riddlersgame's words reached his ears. The young feline smiled to himself at his dear friend's voice, ignoring exactly what he was saying - assisting someone? Sounded fun, if Riddler was doing it. Turning, he rushed over, lips still pulled up into somewhat of a giddy grin, and said, "Hi, Rid! May I he-" He cut himself off, amber eyes narrowing slightly. His gaze darted between the two cats, from Sweetophelia to Riddlersgame. The thin tabby looked so happy looking at her. Clearing his throat and shaking his head, Pierce said stiffly, "I'd like to help as well, Sweetophelia."


    [spoiler=tags][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]


    ||Pierce
    ||Male
    ||Serval
    ||Homosexual/Homoromantic
    ||Six months
    ||Head Paladin
    ||Single
    ||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.


    [size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]


    ||Injuries : None
    ||Health : 100%
    ||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.
    ||Carries around a small leather satchel that holds his art supplies.



    [size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]


    ||Reserved
    ||Intelligent
    ||Independent
    ||Protective
    ||Bizarre
    ||Curious
    ||Untrusting
    ||Observant
    ||Impulsive
    ||Unstable - Developing
    ||Clingy
    ||Awkward


    [size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]


    ||Medium physically
    ||Hard mentally
    ||Attack in #CD853F
    ||No maim or kill
    ||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions


    [size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]


    ||Single
    ||Two friends
    ||Crushing on Riddlersgame
    ||Mentored by Riddlersgame

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Hux. It certainly was not a name she had come across before but any uniqueness was appreciated. Life in BlizzardClan was becoming too banal for Sweetophelia's taste. "I am Sweetophelia Targaryen," she introduced herself, her long plume-like tail sweeping behind her. "You're new to BlizzardClan, aren't you, Hux? When did you find us?" Her attention quickly shifted elsewhere then, her soft features lighting up as she caught sight of Riddlersgame. "Non, I'd love it in fact," the French feline purred.


    It was not a sound she had been able to make her first time alive. "I missed you, you know," the thick-furred Ragdoll added, making a delicate hop out of the small snow fort and quickly brushing her cheek across his chest. Their relationship been one of a slow burn, and although the feelings of both parties had been present since childhood Sweetophelia had independently pursued other distractions in her first life. It was only after their reunion that Sweetophelia had truly realised the gravity of her mistake. Love and time was so fleeting. You had to make the best of it while you had it.


    When Pierce spoke up, addressing Riddlersgame first before seeming to realise something for himself, Sweetophelia turned to look at him. "Sure, Pierce, I would be happy if you did." Sweetophelia was aware of Pierce's quick friendship with Riddlersgame but didn't think much of it, simply regarding the youth as Riddlersgame's quiet apprentice. Nevertheless Sweetophelia occasionally wondered after how Pierce might feel about her, recalling the young serval's earlier wariness of her. They had never been close but there had been a time when Pierce reminded her of her own two sons.
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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]Tama arrived shortly after Pierce, a smile gracing her maw as she weaved her way towards the group. "Ah, a snow fort?" The servaline would echo, a curious expression briefly skimming her pale countenance. "That sounds fun! Could Tama help too, Sweet?" She'd inquire, newfound eagerness brimming her tone as she seated herself beside the others. Snow forts weren't structures that she had built often, but she could briefly recall last winter, when activities such as those had been the most popular.


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    [shadow=#D59253,left]...Çelina[/shadow]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; ;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][justify][img width=10 height=10]http://vignette1.wikia.nocooki…/latest?cb=20140106142324[/img]Çelina wandered over, behilding the forming snow fort. "I could help, too," she said, gaze moving to Sweet. The sight of the feline reminded her of the candy cane the other had given her at her meet and greet. The wolf hadn't eaten it, yet, and it still sat in her home. So, she kind of owed Sweet for the candy, but this would be far from a chore for her. She loved playing in the snow and believed no one was ever too old to enjoy it.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]I WANNA KNOW THE ANSWERS, NO MORE LIES[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]"Woah! This looks really cool, Sweet!" Barry chirped, his tone vociferous as it always was as he traced his citrine gaze across the snow fort. His clumsiness may result in something going wrong, but of course the slightly pompous golden retriever was mainly oblivious to his faults- though, Azelf would be there to remind him. Don't worry Sweetophelia, if he falls into anything I'll levitate him before he can crash, giggled Azelf, their disembodied voice sounding for all to hear.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Sweetophelia turned to face the others - Tama, Çelina, and Barry - as they all approached, the former two expressing their interest in assisting with her snow fort. It would be finished in no time at this rate, a fact that Sweetophelia was very glad for. Now if only some actual children would arrive. "That would be great, thank you both," the BlizzardClan Head Combatant expressed, smiling appreciatively as she looked between them.


    "Thanks, Barry," she added, looking to the golden-furred canine as he complimented the forming snow fort. Her expression faltered for a moment, her metaphorical eyebrows furrowing in puzzlement and uncertainty as a new voice spoke up. "Ah, who's your friend, Barry?" she glanced at the deputy before looking back at the clearing, as if the speaker might reveal themselves.
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    Could a non-romantic relationship be considered heavily complicated? Sweetophelia was a friend, perhaps even a close friend, but now that it was out in the open that she was actually the former vice leader, old feelings began to arise, and Red wasn't sure what to think. "With all of us helping, I'm sure it will be done in no time." The head paladin would purr, moving over swiftly to help build the walls.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]"Thanks Red," Sweetophelia offered the winged feline a quick smile. The BlizzardClan Head Combatant had noticed Redlipstick's new... caution towards her once she had reverted to her previous name and it was revealed that Alysanne was only a reincarnation and not something Sweetophelia would have considered its own being. She didn't quite understand it though - she only remembered Redlipstick as Matty's mother growing up and could not recall any other interaction with the older female once she had grown up. But perhaps blank spaces in her memory was just a side effect of dying.
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    [shadow=#D59253,left]...Çelina[/shadow]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; ;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][justify][img width=10 height=10]http://vignette1.wikia.nocooki…/latest?cb=20140106142324[/img]As Sweet excepted her offered to help, Çelina smiled, beginning to gather a mound a snow with her paws. She wasn't sure how the feline wanted it, but the snow she collected could be used to construct just about anything, so Sweet could have her creative freedom to make what she saw fit for the fort. Depending on what the fort was built for, it didn't need to be too fancy, especially if it were for a snowball fight. Then, structure and stregth were important. "What exactly does this task entail?" She'd been there when tasks had been assigned, but she hadn't been paying attention to the one Sweet was given.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Sweetophelia glanced back to the young Paladin as Çelina spoke up with a question, smiling slightly as she explained, "This was my weekly task - basically what we're trying to do is build a snow fort for the little ones." Unfortunately there didn't seemed to be many children living in BlizzardClan as of late, aside from the occasional one here and there. "It's pretty simple, I think, just try to build taller walls."
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