AGE OF PARANOIA && open; joining

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    MONSTER, HOW CAN I FEEL? — cherry — knights of eden — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Silent paws carried the ivory feline toward the Eden's border, radar-like ears swirling at the calm sounds of the territory before him while he allowed himself to stop only a couple inches away from the clan markers. His pale orbs slowly swept over his surroundings, but he saw nothing but a messy haze as there weren't enough shades of red for his poor vision to process, and a small frown found itself onto his lips. He supposed he'd have to deal with his soon to be clanmates describing the territory for him, something he generally had to deal with since he was practically blind. Cherryblod allowed himself to sigh as he lowered his rump to the ground, still remaining silent while he waited for some RiverClanners to appear on the other side of the border.



    "name and business." romania did not beat around the bush. in fact, she much preferred to spear the bush right in the middle. it was much easier. the wolf titled her head, eyeing the serval. he looked...very white. almost angelic. however, the startling red eyes did him no favors in the looks department. someone could easily be frightened by them.

    ✗ dangerous woman 4.20



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    MONSTER, HOW CAN I FEEL? — cherry — knights of eden — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Cherryblod arched a brow, somewhat surprised by the bluntness of the girl who approached him, but he guess some people were just naturally like that. It really didn't bother him too much. "I am Cherryblod. I'd like to join if it's possible." He mused, unsure it all clans allowed joiners, he'd been away for far too long.

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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS ✧ koe — sovereign — tags


    Somehow, when Romania demanded the usual name and business, it didn't sound hostile. Whenever Bastille used to be so curt, the words had felt harsh and apathetic in his mouth -- perhaps he was simply brainwashed by his mother from a young age, but somehow, he never felt like he sounded welcoming enough. Maybe it was just his disgruntled air and turbulent vibe; maybe he just knew he sucked at social interaction, was too brittle and fiery to seem horribly bright and welcoming.


    "Right, welcome," he added as he joined them, supplying dryly, "Watch out for the demons. I'm Bastille."