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    She'd looked around long and hard, asked all the right questions, and considered her options. Finally, Cheerwine had made up her mind. She wasn't leaving Blizzard Clan; her family was here, and she was sure as hell not going to lose them again. But she couldn't help the wanderlust. Adding more supplies to the bag she was packing, she grinned. This was the best idea she'd had yet! Slinging it over her shoulders, she grinned. "Yo, dudes! Uh, hey, I don't know how much of you care, but I'm going on a trip—I wanna try and visit all the clans and groups, ya know, every single one! I'm still gonna live here—I'll be coming and going between trips, but, uh, just heads up, yeah?" Cheer yelled.


    //i'll basically still roleplay here with about the same activity as usual; almost like with dual joining, but with her other membership kind of sort of as a loner?

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    //macks gonna be clingy haha


    Upon hearing Cheerwine's voice, the male shot up from his restless nap, heart poinding. She was..leaving? Even if it was temporary, the macawnine was in a panic. There was every huge chance she could be abducted, or injured, or worse..killed. He had lost his siblings for so long only for one of them to fly the nest. Get it? No, he was alarmed.


    Gliding towards the hyacinth macawnine, the deputy stumbled in an awkward landing as he loped towards his sister, his good eye wide. Wide with fear, his fur bristled with alarm as he said, "Y-You're..leaving?" His tone took almost that of a childish squeak, because he had felt his throat tighten and limbs tremble from the panic.

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    — At his sister's words, Aeon quickly hurried over, close enough to run over instead of fly. He would have been just as panicked as his brother, but seeing Mack's reaction, he decided he had to try to comfort him, make sure he was alright. "Hey, Mack, don't worry, Cheery will only be gone for a little while at a time, yeah? She'll be coming back," he reassured his brother, plastering a grin onto his features. He glanced over at his sister as well, hoping she would help him.
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    [spoiler=tags | feb 8][font=arial]
    GENERAL:
    ★ AEON XERXES | NO NICKNAME | GENDERFLUID
    ★ biromantic bisexual | polamorous | xe/xem or he/him
    ★ twelve months | no specific aging ratio
    ★ warrior | blizzardclan | no titles
    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ joined blizzardclan [feb 8]
    ★ reunited with siblings [feb 8]
    PHYSICAL:
    ★ MACAWNINE [main] | health: 100%
    — a bird/wolfdog hybrid with blue and green fur/feathers + gold eyes
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: none
    — mutations: wings, talons, additional avian vocal chords
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ single | ½ ______ | crushing on _____
    ★ npc x npc | gen one
    ★ siblings are cheerwine, mack, marvello
    INTERACTION:
    ★ hard physically | medium mentally | aerial fighting style
    ★ doesn't start fights, but will finish them
    ★ attack in [color=white]white

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    "Every single one?" The child would echo curiously as he approached. He had only spoke to Cheerwine once before but from what he noticed about her, she was a very lively spirit. With that aside, the kitsune was quite confused why the macawnine would choose to do this but more specifically he was interested in the fact that she wanted to see all the groups. "Does that mean you're gonna visit all the bad ones too?" The vulpine would query referencing to the Cartel and the Exiles ,the unsavory bunch.
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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Every group? That didn't sound like a good idea to Nathaniel. While the decision wasn't his, the serval didn't know how comfortable he was giving shelter to someone who had openly declared that she'd like to join BlizzardClan's enemies for some time. Pressing his lips together, he settled for the blandest of answers. "I see."

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce approached after Nathaniel, watching Cheerwine almost emotionlessly, aside from a twinge of sorrow. She had said she would return, but many had said the same in the past and failed to do so. He did listen to what the others had to say, though - especially Mieczyslaw. It seemed somewhat foolish to visit enemies. Perhaps the hybrid only meant to visit neutrals and allies? He wasn't sure, but it definitely seemed safer. "I wish you luck," he murmured softly, offering the girl a half-smile.

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    Aaah, shoot! Now she was upsetting her brothers! "Come on Mackaroni, Aeon's right. I promise I'll still be around, won't be gone for more than two days at a time!" Her feathers ruffled up with stress, forcing a smile as she turned her attention to Mieczyclaw, Nathaniel, and Pierce. "Yeah, uh, probably. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get chummy with the bad dudes, aight? Just gonna poke around, find some cool junk--I'll be careful 'nough, always am!"

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    Mack was still uncovinced; he had horrible thoughts flashing in his head of his sister being injured or killed. She was outgoing, and while intellgent, anyone could tick off an Anti-Clanner just like that. He bit his lip, stil recovering from the midst of what seemed to be a panic attack of sorts. "A-Are you sure? You just came here!" He said, trying desperately to keep his family together here. He couldn't keep track if they were scattered, no way.

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    "At least the first two are allies—not even neutrals, their full on friends," Cheer said quickly. Ahhh, shoot, shoot, she'd never leave if she felt guilty over making him worry. She had to get him to stop buggin'. "Plus, after we got separated I've fought, like, a billion people." Ah, wait, that might not help. Puffing up her feathers to try and better conceal the scars patch working her stomach, she spoke again. "Seriously bro, I promise—I'll never be gone for more than two days at a time, and if I don't you'll know if something happened, m'kay? That good?"

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    "You promise?" Mack said, lifting his head to his sister. His voice carried a small himt of urgency, anxiety rattling him lembs as they trembled softly in a hum of fear. Fear for his family — she had just come back, as well as Aeon. She couldn't just leave them, he needed them both here, together, as a family! Alas, they all shared on characteristic, and that was to explore and endeavor upon their adventurous instincts. She just wanted to see the world for herself, and perhaps he was holding her back. Feeling guilty, the panic subsided only a little as he nodded softly, stepping back. "A-Alright. Just keep in touch." His one good eye glanced at her, as if taking in her figure one last time. "Please. And come back soon."

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    "Cross my heart." She opened her mouth to make a joke about remembering him in her will, or some equally horrible thing to push his buttons—but for once, she thought better of it. Grinning, she nuzzled him. "I'll even bring back some dinky souvenirs! And hey, keep an eye on Aeon while I'm gone," she said, looking over at xem playfully. "Can't have our babiest brother getting into trouble, can we now?" she teased lightly.

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Approaching when she noticed the group, Sweetophelia came to stand beside Mieczyslaw, her pale lilac eyes narrowed in slight concern as she watched the interaction between Cheerwine and her siblings. Mack especially seemed distraught - a fact that surprised her little considering how the deputy was still only recovering his damaged eye at the hands of the Cartel. Nudging her son softly in a quiet greeting, she opened her mouth to speak. "Just be careful okay? And good luck, Cheerwine." She certainly wouldn't stop the girl, but at the same time Sweetophelia doubted she would find much success in the Exiles. They didn't take kindly to visitors, only grudgingly accepting new members in fact.
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    "Yo, thanks Chief," Cheer said, offering the leader a friendly grin. "N' don't worry none, I got ninety-nine plus one tricks up my sleeve," she said, raising her eyebrows playfully. "If nothin' else dem other guys otta be careful with me, right?" she said, laughing slightly. She had more than enough to skills to take care of herself—and if that didn't work, powers sure were handy. She was, like, seventy-three percent certain she'd be fine.