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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia was returning to the BlizzardClan camp, a small grey rabbit held between her teeth. The BlizzardClan deputy quietly deposited the prey at the fresh-kill pile and walked away, hoping that she might find Riddlersgame, Enigmaticsoul, or another of her friends. She hadn't gone hunting in quite some time - usually preferring to greet newcomers, take border patrols, and so forth. It was a nice change of pace and she was beginning to feel more like the animal she had been before her untimely death last summer. Time slipped by so quickly, didn't 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]Barry didn't go hunting very often- he was pretty occupied with his countless responsibilities, unfortunately. He didn't often have free time, but when he did, he supposed he made the most of it- the golden retriever spent most of his time racing around aimlessly, anyway. He was taking a breather by his cabin when he caught Sweet's scent, and his citrine visionaries fluttered open to settle upon the femme, bringing a rabbit into camp, clasped in her maw. A smile laced itself across his lips and he ran over to the Deputy, his tangerine gaze blazing with excitement. "Hey, Sweetophelia! Nice catch," chirped the canine, his vociferous tone present as always. Hello, there. How is being Deputy working out for you? Azelf's disembodied voice murmured, happiness etched within her voice. "S'fun, right?" Barry continued, dipping his head.


  • [center][fancypost=border-width=0px; width: 450px; size:12pt; text-align: justify;][font=timesnewroman]Turning at the sound of voices, Sweetophelia was initially taken by surprise but she quickly readjusted to the situation. Barry had always been one for making dramatic entrances. "Thanks." She didn't think she would grow accustomed to his companion, Azelf however. Azelf was a benevolent creature but nevertheless it was always strange being spoken to by someone you could not see nor sense until they chose to reveal themselves. "Yes, I guess so." Although admittedly she thought that her current life in BlizzardClan lacked the edge of her previous. She had been Feliks' deputy once - and then his vice-leader. And all during that time she had also been living a second life in BloodClan as a Third Tier - with animals such as Tsubodai, Melantha, Pollux, Evangeline, and so forth. It had been exciting, acting as the BloodClan ambassador to BoneClan even as BoneClan and BlizzardClan remained locked in conflict. She had already swore her loyalty to Feliks and BlizzardClan first of course, but nevertheless the adventure had been exhilarating.


    "And you? How does vice-leadership treat you, Barry?"



    Sorry for the delay - it took me forever to find her old threads!

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    I WANNA KNOW THE ANSWERS, NO MORE LIES

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    "No problem!" he chirped, grinning. He could understand if people couldn't get used to having Azelf around, since... having something telepathically talking to you was pretty... peculiar, for lack of a better word. Unlike Sweet, the golden retriever had not held high-positions before now, since he hadn't particularly had the chance; he'd come from a different world than the one that he was currently in, the world of Pokemon- a strange world filled with fantasy creatures one could only dream of. His floppy ears twitched slightly at the femme's question, and he hummed in contemplation for a moment. "It's... pretty great. It's kinda stressful, y'know? Like, there're a lotta responsibilities, but... it's fun to feel important, I guess!" he chuckled slightly. "Didn't you used to be a member of Westeros? Is that still holding up?"



    && ahh, it's fine! i've lost so many threads ;-;


    #itsfinetime