[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]❄ ZANE JULIAN
| [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:179px; height:250px; background:url(https://www.pdftoword.com/publ…ersionRedo/gears-anim.gif) center;][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=black; borderwidth=0px; height: 250px; width: 258px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11pt; overflow: auto; color: white; opacity: 1; text-align:justify]The tabby was about to give his name to the fancy magic horse, until someone else already spoke it. Well, yelled it. Curious. Zane did not think he knew many people. Though he couldn't remember much- maybe he had known a few souls? Hm. Zane could not recall much besides his name. Well, out of personal info, at least. Some days left the tom rediscovering who he was. If he had been anyone. Perhaps his entire life was a blank canvas. ....that had to be a sad existence. Dull eyes finally settled on the bandana wearing tom. The cloth looked familiar.... Just a little. Like trying to remember a dream a week later. Maybe he would look nice in a bandana? Hm... He continued to stare, watching him. "...Yes." He said flatly, tone and expression following in suit. "I am Zane." He droned out, holding his head high and staring at them. He tilted his head at the brown cat, staring at him, as if analyzing him. "You are?" Zane could not recall this face. At all. There were three creatures here now. Perhaps that meant there would be more? Maybe there was a group? He stomach growled again. "Where am I?" |
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