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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]"Where is it?!"


    An angry snarl rang out from one of the cabins. Haldor stormed out of his quarters, nostrils flaring, and he looked around frantically. His claws were digging into the earth below him. "This isn't funny!" The demigod growled and searched the farmland behind his house. Whoever did this was going to get their necks snapped in half, he was positive of that.

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    Alma flinched at the snarl, a cerulean eye flickering over to the alabaster male. He really didn't want to answer him, especially when he was so enraged, but if Álmos ran that would just make him look guilty. And he was certain Haldor would catch up to him if he ran. With a resigned sigh, the cat hybrid quietly made his way over to Haldor. "Where is what?" He asked. Alma would have tried to smile to reassure the beast, but, ah, he wasn't sure if he would appreciate the gesture. He'd probably end up with his head smashed against the ground, and what a sad tale that would be.

    info — updated 01/09

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Haldor spun around to face the cat hybrid, huffing and snarling with frustration and anger. Where is what? Where is what? "My sword!" It was only his most prized possession, a gift from Thor. It was his secret to defeating his strongest foes. Without it, he was just another Earth-being.

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    "well why should we know? why don't you try retracing your steps from when you last had it" the husky would respond lazily as she heard the snarl, appearing around the corner to watch the angry lion make his remarks. honestly, she couldn't really care less where his sword went, but perhaps that was since she still had her own, which she thought to be equally special to his. however, she could admit if her sword went missing, she'd probably be doing just what haldor was up to right now, which in her mind would be angrily freaking out, like said haldor appeared to be doing.

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Unknownpaw's nonchalant attitude only made him more suspicious. He raised his crazed-looking eyes to her and he growled, "Because there is a thief among us. And one of you is going to give it up." There might have been "powerful" swords in the mortal world, but his sword had nearly the same capabilities as Mjolnir, Thor's hammer. It could produce tornado-like winds, it could level mountains, teleport him, and even create energy. Haldor possessed it for nearly his whole life, and now it was missing. Was it taken? Was it dropped? Whatever the case, Hal was pissed. He didn't want to admit to losing it on his own, so he just assumed that someone took it. "I can't remember! I spent all morning gathering those tools. That's it." Haldor couldn't think right now. He was beginning to go blind with rage and frustration. That sword meant everything to him; as far as he was concerned, it was more powerful than any of these mortals combined.




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    "oh but you shouldn't just assume things, i at least know for one i would never want your sword, especially when i have my own lovely sword" the canine would snort as the other seemed to begin to accuse her and her fellow clanmates of stealing the sword. how silly, why would anyone steal from a demi-god? no one certainly stole from her, but perhaps they saw haldor as a weaker alternative to get powerful weapons from.

    Oh, his sword? Alma frowned in confusion, giving the lion a quick shrug. He watched as Unknownpaw rounded the corner and began conversing with the seething male, cerulean orbs flickering from animal to animal. He didn't quite get it; he didn't have any possessions that he was fond of but apparently the sword meant a lot to Haldor. He did, however, giggle at Haldor's accusation of someone within the clan being a thief. He couldn't see Ash stealing anything, Unknownpaw had her own pointy stick, and Alma was just too lazy to steal anything. "Maybe you lost it within that pile of weapons, Haldor." Alma cheerily remarked with a giggle, once again moving his shoulders in an apologetic shrug. "I could help you look for it?" He quickly added.

    info — updated 02/07