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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Francis heard a 'woah!' and decided to head over out of pure curiosity. The wolfdog looked at Leighton, not necesscarily checking her out, just registering the change. "Did you know bobcats were named specifically for their 'bobbed' tail?"}

_{Leave it to Francis to ramble on about random facts rather than compliment the pretty lady before him. Ah, well.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Aw, little kids. Francis loved 'em; they were so adorable, he just wanted to hug them until they exploded. Well, that sounded much more violent than his intentions. Scratch that. In more simple terms, the rather sarcastic wolfdog had a huge soft spot for little ones.}

_{He nodded to the others to acknowledge them before turning his attention to Foxes. "Hi there." he cooed softly, his slate blue gaze glinting with warmth.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]A fact? Well, shit. That was like trying to find the right wire to stop a timebomb for Francis. His eyes shot over to Leighton, feeling his head pulse when she said she was from Riverclan. Did she know Auraegates? Who Francis once was? Probably, he was the daughter of the Riverclan leader at one point. He had to watch his tongue around her, he assumed. Fresh start, fresh start.}

_{"Francis Arryn. I'm afraid there is nothing particularly too interesting about me," he said with a charming smile. Oh, his humbleness. And insecurity, merged together. Dynamic duo. "Although, I do like to write poems."}

_{That was complete bogus. He just had to come up with something.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Francis padded over, looking up at the massive dragon. "If its not too much, I'd like a ride." he said with a small grin. He had to admit, it was a bit childish of him to ask, but he wanted to experience it.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Another Arryn, hm? A small smile slithered upon Francis's handsome, chiseled features. "Hello there." he greeted, heading over before shaking his thick, well-kept pelt. "Francis Arryn. Lovely to see another Arryn." the wolfdog introduced himself, looking down at the small femme. She was cute; probably gonna be pretty when she was older. Of course, he wasn't thinking this in a pervy way. He merely thought the child had nice features.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Francis sat down, reading a book. To him, knowledge was key, and he felt the need to read to ramble on about random facts; it was one of the quirks he actually admired about himself. The wolfdog flipped a page, unintentionally ripping it. Exhaling a loud sigh, he kicked away the book, giving up. That was the fifth page he had accidentally ripped in the span of 15 minutes, no way in hell was he going to try and carry on. No, he'd rather do something more interesting and less frustrating.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Francis looked up at the dragon, nodding. "Why, thank you, Boreas!" he called. Good god, could he hear him from all the way up there? Must be hard being big - sure was an advantage in battle, but anything else? It probably sucked. [b]"You know, I can always read to you, if you'd like that. I was reading a poetry book."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]The wolfdog was over-working himself, as he always was; training by himself, using just a punching bag, which in reality, was just a sack full of stuffing. It wasn't hard, it was cushiony, which frustrated Francis, but he knew if he were to spar with a clan-mate he'd probably go too hard on them and accidentally maim them, or something.}

_{An angry sigh escaping his lips, he kicked the punching bag one last time before shaking his pelt and wandering off to do something else. He had been staring at the ground, his slate gray visionaries trailing up when he heard foot steps. [i]Shit. It was Leighton.}

_{He didn't have anything against the female herself, it was just the fact that she was from Riverclan that made him nervous. But it was too late to run away now without seeming suspicious. The handsome wolfdog cracked a charming, yet forced smile, approaching the bobcat. [b]"Hello, Leighton."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Rape? Disgusting. Francis almost shivered, but prevented himself from doing so because it probably wouldn't benefit the situation.. at all. "Children are a gift," he said gently with a handsome smile. [b]"I'm truly sorry for what happened, m'dear. But little bundles of joy are something to look forward to."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]"Welcome to Westeros, sir." greeted Francis with a respectful dip of his head.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]"Fancy? Well, we are in the same Clan." said Francis with a small smirk. His sarcastic nature was brutal, but his charming appearance made him hard to hate. "So, m'lady, what have you been up to?" he questioned lightly.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]"Francis Arryn. It's a pleasure, miss'm." said the wolfdog coolly, a charming smile on his face, slate gray visionaries focused on Germanium.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]"How thoughtful of you, Noca." barked Francis as he padded over, bobbing his head up and down in a light nod. He wasn't really interested in getting anything, truth be told, he just wanted to observe what the kitten was gifting.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]"Name and business, dear?" asked Francis smoothly, looking up at the dragoness. Ah, Westeros had a healthy number of dragons - not that he was complaining, they were powerful, beautiful creatures.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]Francis approached the small group, his slate blue eyes gazing upon the vixen with subtle interest.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]"Lovely choice, if I do say so myself." said the wolfdog, clenching and unclenching his jaw.
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