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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; margin-top: -12px][justify][font=times new roman]" Gender doesn't matter when you're in love, supposedly. I knew a bitch -- by that, I mean female dog -- who loved another bitch -- again, female dog. I knew a bull who loved another bull. I've also known people of opposite genders love. I've known people who don't believe in gender love. " Leži wasn't invested in it, though. Love. He glanced back to the blushing tom with a shrug. " Ah, shame. I could've been the priest. Married you. "
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]Diabolus shrugged. " I dunno, anxiety? Or maybe your body's doing that weird thing where it changes what you can eat. So yeah. Try grass, or blood, or somethin'. " suggested the canine.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]" HOLY SHIT. " yelled Diabolus, having followed the reek of blood as if expecting it to lead to a torture. He stopped at the entrance to the den, staring with widened emerald eyes at Hysteria's barely-live body. " Shit, um, shit. Are you still alive in there? We- shit, I dunno if you'll survive this. I don't even think a healer can stop this. " he muttered, shifting from side to side. " Y'need anything before you die? Are- are you even conscious? Hello? HELP? " he called the last word over his shoulder, jaws agape.
    [color=transparent] #diabolusyo
    #diabolusbc

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; margin-top: -12px][justify][font=times new roman]Clans.


    Leži had changed again in his time returning to the feral lands for the first time in ... Maybe three weeks, and he was back to the stage he'd been for three years -- clan hating and merciless, sporadic and volatile. The albino serval smelled those of a clan origin banding together and he approached them, because they were in his Kingdom. These were the lands for those without clans, and yet the clans were just barging in? Preposterous. He'd hardly allow this.


    " Be careful, clanners, there are many here who'd rather see your kind dead and flayed. " warned the behemoth as he approached, the half eaten carcass of a kitten clamped in his jaws. It wasn't much, but it was a snack, and he'd eaten them before, so ... " Stay away from the pine trees and keep them to your left, and you may be alright. " but he couldn't guarantee a lack of bandits. Or his own kindness.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; margin-top: -12px][justify][font=times new roman]" I am aware that you are a woman. If, perhaps, you deigned yourself to listen to me, you'd notice that I pointed that out. ' I'm surprised there are still women in the world ready to use their own gender as a synonym for weak and pathetic. ' Is that not what I said? Whether a joke or not, I can call on the thousands that would not be amused by your statement. " pardon him for being politically correct, but today's world was so pathetically volatile ... If he even stated the truth he'd be snapped at for being discriminative. Better to have an open mind.


    " The fact that you offered to give me a fourth reason to slam me down, but refused to because you ' didn't need to ', is testament to your weakness. You're trying to show yourself as overconfident and over powerful, suggesting that you have more than three reasons to give me, but that your three were sufficient, when in reality, you can barely scrape two valid insults against me. Referring to me as a mortal, as Leži dear, calling me ignorant and foolish -- they're all façades. You're insecure, you need to feel powerful. Having no emotions is a lie, and don't let me tell you that twice. I know you feel. You're not charming enough to be a psychopath. "


    He then paused. " Break off your soul to end emotion? Perhaps, but emotions are felt in the brain. A particularly scientific, odd, modern feline told me so. He said that emotions are merely chemicals. Your spirit has nothing to do with it. Everything that happens happens in your mind, so you cannot completely abolish your feelings. " Leži chortled. " But of course, I don't expect you to understand considering your speech, there. Call me ignorant and then give me ignorance back. "
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; margin-top: -12px][justify][font=times new roman]As Atticus went for his leg with his teeth, Leži snapped. He did not appreciate being chewed on, and children were not his soft spot. No, he did not have a soft spot. He was not one of those cheap villains who claimed to be evil but secretly loved the young. He would attack anything that threatened him. Thus, with a large paw, the serval aimed to slam the pup away from him, not to kill him, but as a warning. " Don't. "
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; margin-top: -12px][justify][font=times new roman]" In our lands? I've seen clans drive out even the puniest of loners because they trespassed in desperation. Why do we not have the right to do the same? " pondered Leži, listening in for a while, before speaking up again. " I was attempting to offer aid. Keep the trees to your left; you're safer, that way. " he could offer more, but her snap had put him off her.
    [size=2pt] #leziharbringer

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; width: 430px;]Familiarity at last! Locked in that hellhole of an afterlife for * knows how long, Atelophobia had *ing rotted, and god, she'd hated it! It had taken a long time to escape, and when she had, the first thing she'd done was kick some sorry * out of their body and anchor herself to it before she could be dragged back into the depths of death. And yes, sweet mortality. It felt good. Better than before.


    New body, new era, new identity. Atelophobia had taken on the name of this body -- Meredith -- and steered it straight back home, following the advice of any cowering wretches to reach BloodClan's new territory. And yes -- she knew she was close; she could already smell the stuck up persecution. Breathing it in deeply, the cougar called out- " Hello? Anyone about? "
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; width: 430px;]Ah. Shaking herself out, Meredith offered a wide grin, tail lashing behind her. " 'm Meredith. Joinin'- or rejoinin', rather. " she replied obediently when prompted, running her salmon tongue over her lips.
    [size=2px][color=transparent] #meredithbitch

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; width: 430px;]" 'Ey, thanks. And nice to meetcha, Ruby. " Meredith grinned, stepping over the border. Felt good to be home -- yeah. As more approached, she nodded to each in turn, head tilting somewhat as she took in their names. Oros, Iris, and one that hadn't introduced himself but rather asked a question. " Hell yeah I was. Ages ago. Wasn't around long before I 'ad my ass kicked to hell, but I still remember it. Met some good people. A couple of weirdos, too, but y'know. BloodClan ain't normal. "
    [size=2px][color=transparent] #meredithbitch

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; width: 430px;]Savoir's presence here had been ... Spotty (no jaguar pun intended, of course -- unless it was), but she was determined to change that, now. Her youthful aspirations of world domination had not yet been tempered, and she was still indeed focused on making her way through the world with her name on others' lips -- though, like any future queen, she had to start small. The yearling had had friends in her time, but as she had faded and her memories gone, she knew she'd have to start over. BloodClan was a fast growing and sporadic place, people coming and going in heartbeats. She had to make sure she did not follow the flow through the revolving door, but rather stand like a rock in the tide, unmoving and hopefully unweathered by the current.


    Savoir rolled her shoulders as she took a spot in a less crowded part of camp, a miracle spot in BloodClan's cramped hub. " Meet and greet! " the daughter of Chemical called out, tail lashing behind her.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; width: 430px;]As two females first approached, Savoir offered them a grin, her expression laid back and friendly. " Nice to meet you both. I'm Savoir Warfare. " she greeted with a flick of her tail.


    Then turning to the spider guy, the jaguar blinked. Woah, they were pretty cool. She whistled. " Damn, bet you've got some teeth on you. " she remarked. " Can you make webs? Pretty big webs, if so. Bet you could bounce on 'em. "


    As three more males approached, Savoir only grinned, wider. " Nice to meet y'all. Nice camera, Nikoto. " she pointed to it with a chuckle, claws unsheathing and flexing absently.


    She paused a little as her father approached, however, recognition sparking in her gaze. " Nice to be home, dad. " she agreed, nodding. She felt rather young, all of a sudden, tempted to hug him, but resisted the urge, only smiling.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; width: 430px;]Approaching behind Melantha, Savoir stopped by the note and peered at it with curious eyes. Huh, a ball and- feast, sweet. She hoped whoever was authorised to accept this stuff did, 'cause she really wanted to go and ... Eat the Noblelands's stuff. " We going? " she asked.
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