Posts by EARLYBIRD

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]Earlypaw gently tugged at the thin scrap of shelter around the cigarette, inhaling a sharp breath and slipping his cigarette aside in his muzzle to let the smoke fall from his maw. He didn't know how long he'd been walking; days, maybe weeks. Didn't matter; none of it mattered. Not of it at all. After all, how long he'd been without food was not long enough, and the pang of an ache through his joints wasn't making too much of a threat, so-- in his book-- he was fine. Fine, indeed.

"Hellooo?" Earlypaw called through a partly closed muzzle, letting a small smirk skim his lips as he flicked his cigarette from his jaws and let his paw mangle it's remains, smothering the flame until it sizzled silently away. Well, this was a border, was it not? He didn't care all that much. He'd made it so far and would let it go from here, sniffling the scent and registering recognition of The Insignia. A clan, hm? So be it. He wouldn't mind some company for a bit.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]Earlypaw would've extinguished the smoke sooner if he'd foretold the Insignian's physical feedback, but alas, thus gave a quick and simple; "Sorry, hon." Afterward, though, when his purpose was queried, he responded with a light and considerably friendly tone, dismissing the twinge of overworked pain tingling within his shoulder sockets. "I'm Earlypaw; If it's alright, I'm looking to join."

Not that there was any doubt he'd be accepted, but there was always the possibility. If he was a denied? Oh well; tough love, tough luck.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]In a sort of dip, Earlypaw gave a brief bob of his head in greetings beforehand his acceptance, afterwards stating kindly; "The pleasure is all mine, Heracles. And a thank you, as well," Letting his tender brown luminaries drift to glimpse Emilia, Cerys, the grumpy Harley, and Caroline, Earl responded leisurely, "The same to you, ladies. I appreciate the warm welcome." Although, he tried to keep his vision distanced from the force-friendly arctic leopard. And, as for Heracles on a side note, Earl would've not taken kindly to the rubbing of his tummy. Certainly not a recommendation, though it'd make for a scene, aha.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]Parting his jaws to respond to Jethro, they clipped back shut as he was further approached, and Earl just nearly flinched at the lightweight feeling of a paw on his cranium. Utter confusion flexing in his brown luminaries, metaphorical brows drew together after a moment and he asked carefully, gently attempting to cuff Heracles' paw away, "Wh.. Can I help you?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]"Well, then. That is rather.. Disturbing, opinion given," Earlypaw commented, moving forward, the sphynx doing whatever he could to avoid the small as he held his paw over his nose. Alas, however, as his paw sunk and he turned his head from the scene, coughing a duo or trio before it died back and observing.

Earl had seen a lot in his days, and he was only an apprentice; this was only the start of his bloody days. But he'd been forced to straighten up long, long ago, before he barely knew what the hell blood was in all honesty, so this didn't phase him as much as it likely should have. Despite this, he wasn't numb-- No, Earl was far from numb, thus respectfully closing his muzzle in silence, awaiting someone of a higher rank to come along.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]Well, at this point, all Earlypaw had knowledge of was that Jethro was alive and breathing, in pain, and instructions directed to apply pressure on the wounds; so, with no intention of standing there, Earl slipped up to the partially unfamiliar commodore. Gently placing fur lacking paws upon the wounds of Jethro, he allowed a slight force down upon them, planning to help but still with something of hopes that Andrew would join him with at least a little knowledge.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]Not that Earlypaw was particularly aware of it, but even a majority of the high position and a couple of the semis, along with various members of The Insignia, were dysfunction. Not that it was any of his business, however, Earl slipping up with a curious sort of grin. Sledging? Did she mean sledding? Or were those of the same context? Either way, he was aware of what she planned, giving a friendly inquiry of: "Mind if I join you?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]Reading? Earlypaw wasn't particularly experienced in it, nor writing, rather not having much time on his paws to settle down and even make an attempt. But now that he was in a clan for once, it wouldn't hurt to try new things-- in all honesty, however, this wasn't the reason Earl took the chance he supposed given to sort of confront Heracles, rather the whole being petted incident.

Thus, biting back reluctance, he momentarily peered at the book, seeing unfamiliar shapes in clumps row after row, before easing into a seat and turning his gaze up to Heracles. "Hello," Earl breathed, not sure whether or not he was interrupting.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]Earl's tail tip twitched only once with the slightest bit of delight at the feeling, but he still kept his face straight, a single figurative eyebrow raising. "I'm alright, thank you," He responded, sure as hell not going to rub the other's belly, tone uncomfortable as he took a single step away. Hopefully that would help the issue with being.. Petted. Though, it was only natural his face was a little flustered. "I'd prefer that you not do.. Whatever you just did."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]Hm? Oh, very nice. A joiner, apparently, and for once one who didn't have the stare that would suggest they'd want to kill you. Well, perhaps that was just the loners that Earl had encountered beforehand joining The Insignia, and what a shame that was. Nonetheless, The Insignia was an acceptably friendly place. Anyone could enjoy it if they played their cards right.

Slipping onto the scene, warm brown luminaries fixated themselves on the newcomer, Clemont, and he introduced kindly, "And I'm Earlypaw, though I wouldn't mind being called Earl." The sphynx supposed this was a potential friend, but he wouldn't get his hopes up. [b]"Welcome to The Insignia."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]"Never tried." Came a confession, shamelessly. After a moment, he queried, "What are you reading about?" .. He could only imagine, with this guy, but it wouldn't hurt to ask. Try and be friendly, at least. Bringing to life the quietest kindle of curiosity in his chocolate optics, Earl pulled himself down into a lay, assuming his presence welcome.

As far as he knew, books were for education, and Earlypaw preferred firsthand experience rather than knowledge. Experience was a different kind of knowledge; a knowledge that let you understand something so much better than just reading that 'sadness hurts' or 'being happy is good'. A more valuable breed of knowledge, perhaps. But maybe his opinion just dissed books, aha. He couldn't hold a fair opinion anyway, as he'd never read.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]Being all but a liar, he dismissed any idea of declining-- it actually had been somewhat nice, just very unexpected and slightly sudden. Earl was more uncomfortable and a little freaked out than he was focused on refusal, Heracles' words the freaky kind of true and put in such a way that suggested he was some sort of stalker, out for the newcomer's bald head.

The promise captured a bit of confusion of his own, and he couldn't help but inquire awkwardly, "One day.. What?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]"Understood," Earlypaw muttered, mind reviewing these tweaks. So, he'd be a rookie? Nice, nice. It sounded cool. Maybe not all that bad.

- mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]Only when the other's eyes lit did Earl notice how dull they'd been before. He'd never heard of the book, thus went on to reply to the latter. "I'm alright. And you?"

- mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]St..

Step...

Stepping down?

Stepping down?

Oh.

Oooohhhh.

Earlypaw stepped forward, wrinkly face blank as he listened, but as she finished he felt something so twisted lift in him. Something that entwined his organs, forcing them together, mixing and merging everything in him before shrinking down to the size of his heart and shattering into a million pieces. Cold stone fell in his stomach, and the tips of his bare ears burned.

"You're stepping down?"

This was the last straw.

In one quick movement, thorn like claws emerged and his swiftly lifted them, deftly aiming a blow across Harley's face.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 418px; height: 150px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(http://www.cursor.cc/cursor/21/2/cursor.png), auto; overflow: auto;][size=8]"Which one?" He questioned Anduril.