I LEFT MY HEART IN RIO [♧] O, SANCTUARY GIFTS + NEWS

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    MOTHER NATURE IS A SERIAL KILLER / fathertime / tba / he&they / tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]so from what they understand, the group their staying in had lost one of their leaders, the other leader is somewhat inactive, and the latest leader is quite.. idiotic. father doesnt really like luciferus, and since they havent met olive just yet, they have yet to have made an opinion on her. the felidae saunters onto the border with a basket in their jaws, four eyes flicking back and forth to see if anybody else is present. they set it down and perk up their tattered ears, "fathertime from the sanctuary. i've brought gifts and news. chicagocrimes fell ill and stepped down from her leading position, and luciferus, or betrayal, has stepped up. he leads with olive." "fathertime from the sanctuary. i've brought gifts and news. chicagocrimes fell ill and stepped down from her leading position, and luciferus, or betrayal, has stepped up. he leads with olive." is what they say, their distorted voice informing anybody who is around of the change.

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]Her ear flicked at the voice finding that she really didn't enjoy hearing it but all the same it was there. The massive direhound made her way forward through the too quiet territory. There was no food here and so she was starting to thin out a bit which was not good for a large creature such as herself. Her muzzle curled slightly as she approached, her tail held at a level that deemed her to be of dominance and she breathed out hard before she sat down, fur bristling a bit. She had her reasons for being wary but she made sure to keep her poised presence. Were they allies of the Sanctuary. Maybe but she hardly felt like keeping track. "Thanks for the news. I'm sure Mercy will be here soon if there is something political to talk about. What did you bring as gifts?"

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    the outside scent of an allied clan wafted towards the male's nostrils and caused him to pus his hefty frame to his paws. Slowly the tigerhound made his way over, having little energy to even complete the simple action of walking. A tired sigh escaped from his slightly parted jaws as he took a seat, resting momentarily as he looked the four eyed creature over. His maw curled a bit, displaying his confusion before dismissing the thought entirely. Besides the leadership change how are things in the sanctum?
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    king of the fall - 4/12

    king of the fall - 4/12

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]Fathertime's odd voice caught her off guard, and with curiously pricked ears, the molly came trotting over. Reassured by the presence of her two clanmates, she came to a halt by them and studied the virtual stranger. "Thank you for the gifts," she said with a nod, offering him a smile. "I'm Mercy, HawkClan's warchief. Sorry to hear about Chicagocrimes, but I hope Luciferus does well." She and their former leader had spoken once or twice, so she hadn't formed much of an impression of her, though she still found her illness to be most unfortunate.