Town-o (lynderly house meeting)

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    Skittish, hurried paws tumbled up the stairs of Snakewood, landing a Rudolf Lynderly at the top floor. Out of breath, he made an attempt to regain his composition, a sense of urgency and importance rushing through his body. He refused to miss another house meeting, especially after his little hiatus - if you could call it that. Neck tall, tail relaxed, and legs straight, he walked over to where the house meeting was supposed to be. A smile curled at his lips, merely out of joy to see his brother again. He had spent far too much time away from his family, friends, and house; but especially his family. Without a word, and a simple dip of his head in greeting, the canine took a seat.

    Henry Lynderly

    you'll come back, when it's over, no need to say goodbye

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    Henry was there.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify]Celeana stalks in, her ice like gaze slowly drifting from the members already there. It is greedy, predatory almost, and a slow growl comes from the deepest parts of her throat. Her silver fur shines brightly, like the moonlight that trails down from the most deserted parts of the sky. She is uncomfortable with the clumsiness that flows in the room, and almost breaks the stereotype with her huntress like gracefulness. She takes a seat, a steady gaze on Fortinbras.