Posts by CLOUDWALKER.

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]The cougar was viewed silently by Churchbells, who swept towards Forwardmotion and bent to stare intently at his wound. It was oozing puss. "You haven't been bitten, have, you, Omega?" asked the coyote, his voice crackling ominously. There was no 'Master' here - his was a cat, and while it was the leader of the cats, Forward was below him and they had no personal relationship. 'Omega', his title, would suit him fine.

Churchbells. wrote:

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]Anyone want a thread with Church? c:

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[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]Churchbells was no fan of the cougar, but he still had to agree with Terra. Anyone looking so weary, regardless of species, deserved to rest. Whilst hovering in case Terra needed help - "Delta, if I can be of aid..." - he turned his attention briefly to Kit. "Who are you, Young One?" he asked quietly. Her 'Master' title would be applied should she turn out to be part of the Nox.

taught to adolescents condescending
a vivid premonition...>:3

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]Churchbells blinked suspiciously at the coywolf. Formalities were all he knew, and he would use them until his dying day. "I am Churchbells, sirs." he eventually said.

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]"Yes, Delta." Obediently, Churchbells started circling the group of mindless, bloodthirsty beings, darting back and forth like the best kind of sheepdog. Whenever one attempted to escape, he'd deliver a stinging blow to as to discourage it from trying again.

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]"Young Mistress, leave the warzone at once, I beg of you!" the bark came from Churchbells, as the coyote sprang towards Marigold and stood in front of her in an attempt to shield her from the costumed Tribecats.

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]Absolutely! c:
Who makes?

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]Churchbells figured Terra had Phoenix covered, so he instead hurried to Kida's side. "Adolescent Master, please, allow me to aid you back to camp." The Arctic Wolf looked pretty beat up.

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]"Young Mistress, Young Mistress, Delta, Delta, ma'am...hello." his head was low in respectful greeting, his voice low and courteous, and his tail was only barely not tucked between his legs as he trotted over. "How is everyone on this day?"

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]The droning buzzed in his ears as Churchbells felt his muscles stiffen; there was a person behind him. The coyote carefully maneuvered his body so he was ready to attack within seconds - and glanced behind him. When he saw that it was just Kida, his ears dropped against his skull and his head dipped instinctively. "Adolescent Master." murmured Church. [b]"Hello."

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]"Yes, Delta!" howled Churchbells, darting around the side of the newly-arrived zombies and driving them into the main group, should they all cooperate. He danced with agility and unexpected skill - he was a scruffy, skinny little scrap of hair who looked like he wouldn't put up much of a fight.

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]Churchbells was inclined to agree with his superiors, but Tharja's coolheaded certainty made it feel almost sinful to disagree. "Shall I, Elipson?" he asked, the scruffy canine peeling back his lips and peering down at the twitching cougar. "Or shall we do as Young Master says and lock him up?"

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]Someone was calling HIM 'mister'? A Young One, at that? No, no no! That wasn't okay at all! "Please, Young Master..." muttered Churchbells, flexing his shoulders nervously. His words were washed away by Peek's arrival, though, and he clamped his jaws together and watched in owlish silence.

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]Now that Marigold was taken care of, the scruffy Noxian began looking for someone else who might need a defender. His eyes fell on Peek, and he bounded up to the tiny, scarf-wearing hound. "Sir, do you need a defender?"

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]Churchbells sat down and smiled reverently. "Well, thank you, madam."

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]"This is not the place for you, child." said Churchbells quietly, attempting to nose Kit away from his packmates. "You should go back to your guardian." then he padded to Commander Shepherd and trotted uncertainly at Mo's other side, should the Omega need further aid.

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]Churchbells approached with a delicate smile, as the droning continued. "Hello, sir. Welcome."

[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]"Hello, Young Mistress, Young Master, Delta, ma'am...sir..." the tattered coyote approached slowly, head lowered. The droning was very loud today. "How are you all?"

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[align=center][size=8][font=verdana]Dark eyes suddenly appeared over Dahlia's head, wide, brown, owlish eyes, belonging to a ragged coyote. "Ms. Dahlia, are you okay?" inquired Churchbells loudly, over her whines.