Posts by Waywardhearts.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][font=arial]Waywardhearts approached the meeting with his soft caramel-tipped ears pricked, odd crimson eyes flickering with unhappiness at her news. Enemies with DarkClan, ShadowClan, and BloodClan? The Archangel sighed and sat down, keeping his back ramrod straight. I don't think it's a great idea to be enemies with three of the largest AntiClans. thought the asthmatic sullenly. I sure hope Sevensins has plots up her sleeves...because we're going to need them, if we're opposing all three of them. Oh, well...at least there was a promotion, eh? Royalpaw...he'd never met the newly-made Angel, but he called out, "Congrats, Royalpaw. May you serve Compendium well."

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][font=arial]Waywardhearts wasn't particularly familiar with Bandagedmemories; they were promotion buddies, yes, but not coworkers, and he didn't see anything in particular they had in common, making it unlikely that they'd be friends. And judging by Finaldeparture's statement, the Prophet wasn't a very happy person. But why not at least speak with the fellow? It couldn't hurt, could it? A contemplative frown creasing his face, the caramel Archangel padded over, speaking in his quietly confident voice. "Hello, you two. How are you?"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][font=arial]"Who's Mulan?" was the Archangel's question, his crimson eyes narrowing as he approached his coworker. "Are they missing? I can help look for them." he was quick to offer his assistance, though being uncomfortably aware that he wasn't much of a help in a search patrol - more'n likely his asthma would act up and he'd have to sit still and just breathe for a while. "And who's your mother?" added Waywardhearts, as an afterthought.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][font=arial]"A rabbit?" repeated the wolf, sounding rather stunned. "Er...is she a Clanmate? Or...or a friend?" Waywardhearts could not imagine how a rabbit could be so important as to cause all this fuss, and he watched his agitated equal with bemused scarlet eyes. "Oh, yes. Right. Blacklight."

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][font=arial]"I'd spar, but..." he trailed off, not wanting to speak the dreaded words aloud. He hated openly saying his weakness, that he'd be collapsed on the ground wheezing if he exercised too heavily. Asthma wasn't a good thing to have, and the wolf cleared his throat in an embarrassed fashion as he padded over. "I'll just watch, eh? Good luck to you, in any case..."

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][font=arial]"It's nice to see a young man like yourself taking an interest in herbs." came the Archangel's approving voice; Waywardhearts approached Serenade and Finaldeparture, watching the Prophet-in-Training pour over the book. "It's very good to study, very good indeed, particularly when that's your job!" he chuckled amiably, caramel-tipped ears flicking.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][font=arial]Scarlet eyes narrowed, his attention sliding smoothly to Finaldeparture. "Why aren't you taking your medication?" asked Waywardhearts in an accusatory fashion, giving a disapproving click of his tongue.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][font=arial]"You've a pet?" asked the assistant deputy in surprise, finding that this conversation was simply growing odder and odder. [b]"So...she serves you?"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][font=arial]The wolf glanced questioningly at his coworker, eyebrows raising. "Are you addressing me?" inquired Waywardhearts uncertainly.

OOC | Sorry about that! D: There just wasn't a way for me to know her name was Finalpaw and not Finaldeparture, because the names displayed are 'FINNY GO DEO~' and 'FINALDEPARTURE'. Terribly sorry, I'll be sure to remember in the future. /w\

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][font=arial]The corpse was discovered by the unlucky Archangel, who let out a loud growl as he ran his crimson eyes over the gory dead elephant and the words carved into its flesh. [b][b]"Sevensins will not be pleased."[/b][/b] muttered the asthmatic, sinking down and rereading the message. [i]Rapists walk among you.[/i] Could it be true? Could it really be true? "We need to alert Sevensins." he barked, addressing Heartpaw. "Can you please fetch her?"

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information - battle tags - [abbr=ability to absorb a spirit, eye+pelt manipulation, ability to glow, colored bodily fluids(crimson), flower prints]powers[/abbr] - currently a WOLF[hr]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify; font: 9pt arial; margin-top: -15px; text-transform: ; line-height: 95%;]He shrugged, glancing briefly over at his coworker. "I've no idea, but we need to tell Sevensins." he would remain resolute in this; he spoke stoutly and unshakably, chin tipped upwards, crimson eyes narrowed. "She needs to know. And we need to take care of our fallen Clanmate." Waywardhearts gesticulated at the elephant.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify; font: 9pt arial; margin-top: -15px; text-transform: ; line-height: 95%;]"Congratulations, Finalpaw." woofed Waywardhearts, approaching the female and her child with a slight smile on his face. "Who's the father?"

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify; font: 9pt arial; margin-top: -15px; text-transform: ; line-height: 95%;]"Can I ask your business with Archangel Finalpaw?" came the wolf's polite inquiry, approaching the fox with an interested, if dispassionate, expression.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify; font: 9pt arial; margin-top: -15px; text-transform: ; line-height: 95%;]"I see." answered the canine thoughtfully, red eyes pinned on Mortalpaw. "Well, I'm sure she'll be along shortly. What's your current place of residence, by the way? Or are you joining?" Waywardhearts queried in a mannerly fashion, sitting.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify; font: 9pt arial; margin-top: -15px; text-transform: ; line-height: 95%;]"Welcome to Compendium, then, Mortalpaw." murmured the caramel and white creature with a swift, fleeting smile. "I think you'll be happy here; and your sibling should be along shortly. I am Archangel Waywardhearts." he dipped his head in a gesture of respect. "And that is name and position, not my names. You'll find that's a more...respectful...way to refer to high positions. For example, our leader is Goddess Sevensins." he paused and then asked, "Would you like a tour?" he figured it would be good of him to ask; it'd help cut down on the number of confused newbies running about the place, in any case. Knowledge is power, eh?

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify; font: 9pt arial; margin-top: -15px; text-transform: ; line-height: 95%;]"I would say you should listen to your superiors." said the wolf severely, shrugging off her comment about him needing better lungs. "If you're not supposed to spar, don't spar. Rest up and heal, before it's too late and that body dies."

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify; font: 9pt arial; margin-top: -15px; text-transform: ; line-height: 95%;]"This is not a cute game." growled Waywardhearts, his hackles half-raising in annoyance at what he thought pure stupidity from the Archangel. "Take your medicine. It is foolhardy and, frankly, idiotic to avoid treatment. Understand?"

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify; font: 9pt arial; margin-top: -15px; text-transform: ; line-height: 95%;]Waywardhearts was angered at the sight of the NPC heads, too, though not out of vague rage at ShadowClan for old reasons and grudges. No...he was displeased because this even further lessened their chances of smoothing it out with the AntiClan and getting a neutrality pact...or even an alliance. Sevensins is going to run this Clan into the ground. thought the wolf, striding over and holding back a flurry of wheezes. "What're you all standing around for?" he questioned, slightly out of breath. "We need to bury our fallen comrades...or, at least, get their heads off of these pikes. That's no way for a fellow Compendium member to die."

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify; font: 9pt arial; margin-top: -15px; text-transform: ; line-height: 95%;]Herbs, as a career, were of no interest to him - however, he would be happy to assist the grumpy-for-no-reason Prophet. "We needn't hunt for them; I can just grow them." mused the wolf, padding over and staring at the blind tuxedo. "No need to waste the time; I've the ability to grow flowers and herbs, you see."