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  • IT'S OUR TIME TO BREAK THE RULES {Open, Joining}

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][b]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]The canine had been traveling for a while now, having made his way down from the mountains where he lived an isolated life, though that didn't stop the frequent visit from lost individuals who had no idea which direction they were going, losing all pathways due to the ice-capped region. But none of them ever found there way, due to the German Shepherd, who had lived there all his life and knew the areas like the back of his paw, giving them false information and going to feed on their corpses when he found them frozen or crippled due to a nasty fall. But all of this was a different story, and the demon was off to make a new one, growing quite tired of the daily routine of sending people to their deaths. Not to mention he was sick of the winter that lasted forever despite how close to the sky, the sun, he was. Halting at the DarkClan border, his dark gaze flicking to view the lush trees before him, grumbling under his breath at the light drizzle that slowly seeped through his pelt and flowed from his forehead and into his eyes. Hopefully they wouldn't take too long, he was in need of a feast or something of the sort from his journey and a nice nap.

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  • IT'S OUR TIME TO BREAK THE RULES {Open, Joining}

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]His ears twitched at the loud, rough voice, though his body did not move a hair from its position. He rather just stared at the much larger beast with an unaltered gaze. Some might be petrified in his position, but honestly, the canine seemed to have gone against worse. [b]"Ambassador Tuairim's the name. I want to join, if that isn't too much to ask."     The male stated, tilting his head lightly to the side.

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  • DARKCLAN | GUIDE && FAQ

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][b]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Tracking.

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  • IT'S OUR TIME TO BREAK THE RULES {Open, Joining}

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Ambassador glanced over at East without moving his head, scanning her features for a second before listening to what she had to say. He would most likely fall into the officer rank. Sure, it would be easy as hell, no pun intended, to be an inspector, since he basically was part of the supernatural, but that'd be a little weird, now wouldn't it? He was about to get on with it when he noticed Samekichi, having quite the crash landing but recovering right afterward into what he was trying to pull off as 'frightening'. [b]"Might want to work on that."     The canine commented towards Sam, because honestly, he was a tad bit too adorable to attempt a look that would read that he wanted to slit your throat and hand your carcass from a tree.

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  • WHISPERS ON MY SHOULDER {Open, Meet & Greet}

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]The German Shepherd yawned lazily as he lay on the cracked surface outside of the main building. Having joined not too long ago, he had found himself quite isolated from groups of friends and such. Or that just might be him, seeing as he made the effort to stay away from those kinds of people. Either way, he didn't care. But seeing now as it might be a good idea to at least acquaintance himself with his clanmates, he got to his paws and shook out his pelt before announcing quite loudly, [b]"Hey! There's gonna be a meet and greet over here, so I'd suggest getting your asses moving, if you don't mind. I'm a very busy person."     He was always great with first impressions.

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  • SHE'S A MODEL || DARKCLAN FASHION SHOW

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][b]"You would find me banished to hell before I put on some sparkly tutu just to 'express myself'."     Ambassador snorted, a roll of his dark pigmented eyes obvious as he strolled over. He was well aware that if he didn't want to participate he could just pass it by, but he wanted to get in his two cents and observe if anyone else was going to do it. He might get a camera if so.

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  • THE BIRDS AND THE BEES // open, Exilers

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][b]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Hearing the commotion, Ambassador trotted over, narrowing his dark eyes as his gaze scanned over each of the Exile members on the edge of their territory, and having heard his own clanmates, it sounded like this wasn't their first border skirmish. Something interesting would most likely come from this.

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  • WHISPERS ON MY SHOULDER {Open, Meet & Greet}

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][b]"Vlad! Azalea! Wonderful to meet you both, I'm Ambassador Tuairim. Though Ambassador works just fine, no need to call me by my first and last name. Some names are enough of a mouthfull."     He chuckled with a light twirl of his paw.

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  • WELCOME TO THE SALTY SPITOON | OPEN, BOOT(-Y) CAMP

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][b]"Alright, alright. But you can't rush perfection."     Ambassador cooed, walking at an angle in which his rear end was mostly facing the female. He was a very mature smartass, no pun intended. But seriously now, he was more than eager to start working. "Might as well call it boot-y camp."

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  • SHE'S A MODEL || DARKCLAN FASHION SHOW

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][b]"It would be more entertaining just watching to try to get it on me."     Ambassador said to Snowcloud, a grin tugging at his lips. He couldn't help but chuckle the whole way through Cher's speech, and was a tad surprised that the female he had just been talking to was willing to actually make a fool of herself by putting on a few pieces of cloth.

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  • no recollection ○ m&g, open

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][b]"Yo, what's up?"     The demon announced as he arrived, a sly grin appearing on his muzzle, "Name's Ambassador. Nice to meet'cha, Crownedkit." He added, leaning back on his haunches and raising a leg to scratch at the back of his neck.

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  • I'VE LOST MY PATIENCE {Open, Idea}

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]The canine hadn't been here long, but from what he had seen so far, The Exiles were annoying pieces of shit. [b]"Yo! I've got an idea for y'all. The Exiles seem to be causing major problems, especially with border skirmishes and whatnot, and simple raids just don't seem to cut it. Maybe whatever we do to them they'll just brush it off and act as if they're all mighty and nothing can touch them. But perhaps we can send a series of catastrophes once a day for a week to slowly break them down. Poisoning their water supply, using elemental powers to cause floods or fires, our own sorts of torment. And by the end of it, most likely they'll be worn out and we can wipe them out with an attack at the end of it all."

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  • THE BIRDS AND THE BEES // open, Exilers

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][b]"Oh, you can do better than that!"     Ambassador sneered before launching himself at Cas, attempting to land on her back and grab the back of her neck in his jaws and twist so that she'd get off the pinned East. It was clear the mental attack had little to no effect on the demon. It had been but a small chime in the back of his head.


    // mobile

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  • THE BIRDS AND THE BEES // open, Exilers

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Ambassador jumped off to the side as to not land on top of East. He watched as another attack was sent at him, but nodded a thanks to Reno as he defended it for him. That would not have been fun at all. But having been ordered to ignore the Exile's, he trotted back to his own lines with an annoyed expression on his face. Not particularly at the sheriff deputy, no, not at all, really, but more at the fact that these guys couldn't take a hint and get the hell out of here. So when that pink Barbie's dragon character announced that they were planning on just staying put and 'camp' there, he really lost his shit. [b]"You better get your asses out of here seeing as it's not camping season at the moment before the rangers, us, fucking throw your tents in the creek and drag you sorry corpses back to your own territory."

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  • NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU NOW - open + discoveries

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Ambassador hadn't been all that far away when he heard loud cries coming from someone in the territory. The sounds had been almost satisfying to the demon's ears, so it wouldn't be unnatural for him to book it in that direction. And perhaps his levels of such feelings would drop upon seeing it was one of his clanmates, but he honestly had no clue as to what he was looking at. He could have easily once distinguished it as Crownedkit, but her form was now so altered that it was close to impossible in order to know for sure. [b]"Excuse me? Are you alright, dear?"     The German Shepherd would inquire, tilting and lowering his head.

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  • AMPUTATING {OPEN, RIVERCLAN, SUNCLAN, AND THUNDERCLAN RAID}

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Great, they have to deal with the Exile's all day and now this? [b]"Come and get what's coming to ya, assholes!"     Ambassador barked while spring straight for Killua, his jaws opened wide as he aimed to bite down on his shoulder blade while using his front paws to knock his legs out from underneath him.

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  • FIND ANOTHER GALAXY FAR FROM HERE [MAY EVENT ORGANIZER]

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][b]"The 8th for a game night and 31st for an ice cream social?"

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  • WELCOME TO THE SALTY SPITOON | OPEN, BOOT(-Y) CAMP

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][b]"You couldn't Photoshop this cargo for your life."     Ambassador snickered the comment, shaking his rear end about before springing into action and landing in the mud, sending up a light spray about him of the thick substance. Naturally, the mud would suck at your paws and cause you to get stuck in it, but the German Shepherd seemed to be handling the situation quite well, even if he had his moments of getting stuck and straining his muscles in order to free himself.

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  • BLINK MY EYES TOGETHER WITH FORCE ][ open, ally request

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color: royalblue; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][b]ambassador tuairim[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]LOST SOULS AND REVERIE RUNNING WILD AND RUNNING FREE.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Ambassador didn't exactly hold any title of importance in this type of situation but, nevertheless, he still appeared to put in his two cents. He figured another alliance wouldn't be so bad, seeing as they had a surplus of enemies at the moment and recent alliances seemed to be dropping them like flies. The canine seated himself quietly, his dark gaze lightly narrowed as he awaited along with his clanmates for the arrival of the DarkClan leader.

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