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[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]Oh, well, wasn't this a sight? Ambassador arrived on the scene without a word, taking his place beside his clanmates who seemed to clearly know who was lying there on the ground. But him, having recently joined, had to clue as to who the hell was lying there on the ground, growing as cold as a rock and soaking in his own blood. Seemed like a petty death, in his opinion. [b]"My condolences." The demon commented towards them. Even if he had known the large feline, he might not have felt any sympathy nor grief on the matter, for he was far too used to tricking others in which would lead them to their own deaths and his dinner.

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[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]"Name and bus- Oh, hey! What'cha got there?" Ambassador inquired, forgetting all about the normal ritual of questioning a stranger at the border their name and what they wanted. He peered into the basket, grinning, seeming to completely forget about the individual who had actually delivered the gifts.

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[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]* gasps intently *

she can attack ambassador, it'd be pretty funny seeing as she's being possessed by an angel and he's a demon

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[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]"Shitty prize, but I'd be more than willing to help out. Even though we don't have much of a choice." He said the last part to himself, mostly, having lowered his voice quite a bit. But he wasn't one to complain, after all, they had to keep their territory looking nice and whatnot. They couldn't live in a dump. So Ambassador went ahead and began to pick up the first sights of garbage, those being candy wrappers and stray bottles that were badly damaged.

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[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]"Name and business, please." Ambassador announced as he trotted forward, his gaze locked on the stranger at the border. His scent wasn't all that familiar with him, having never smelt PhantomClan before, but at least he could recognize that the large winged feline wasn't a loner.

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[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]"Count me in." Ambassador commented as he arrived. This would certainly be quite an interesting exchange. Perhaps he could make a few 'friends' over there.

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FULL NAME: Ambassador Tuairim
RELATIONS: n/a
TYPE OF LITTER: Ambassador X NPC
SPECIES OF PUPS: German Shepherds
AGE OF PUPS: 3 Months
AMOUNT OF PUPS: Four
OTHER: Must carry the last name Tuairim, they'll be half-demon

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[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'd think that they're starting to adapt some 'special feelings' for us with all of these nice surprises." Ambassador snorted as he approached, his dark gaze lazily examining the corpses of the DarkClanner's. He would hope that they could re-pay them soon, those pathetic pieces of shit.

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[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]i can make a private thread, and then once it's over create an open thread where ambassador comes back to the camp and goes on this giant rant about what happened to him, if that works?

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[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 had been doing just fine until a lumbering object came into a view, and before he had any time to stop and jump out of the way, Snowcloud hit him with full force, causing him to fall and slip and slide all about just like she had once done. He grumbled bitterly once him came to a stop, rolling off of the tiger and working his way into a sitting position, his front paws constantly sliding out from underneath him. You could barely tell he was a dog anymore, his whole body caked in mud. [b]"Oh, well, sorry that is was in your path of destruction! I was just dying for a mud mask to help my pores, I couldn't let that opportunity slip away." Ambassador grumbled, though a series of friendly chuckles were soon to follow.

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[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]It had been pretty much of an ordinary day, the rain pouring down and whatnot. Ambassador, caught in the storm while out hunting, was on his way back to the building with nothing in his jaws to return with, and with the look of frustration plastered on his face, it was clear that he was pissed off. All the prey, it seemed, had gone in search of a much more dry territory or were waiting it out, all cozy inside their dens. But as he was walking, there must have been a stray thorn of some sort, for when the canine stepped on it, it went deep into his paw pad, causing him to jump in surprise, a mild pain running up his leg. He growled, rolling his eyes as he sat back and examined his pad. This was the last thing he needed right now. He licked at his foot and, using his teeth, was finally able to get the thorn out, though as soon as he was about to continue on, he noticed a thin stream of black liquid dripping down from the puncture wound instead of the normal crimson colour. Whether it be himself or the body, he had no idea. He only knew that this wasn't normal at all. Blinking, he stood and limped into the building to examine it further without the annoyance of the rain.

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[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]"Hey, there, I'm Ambassador. Sounds like fun. Thanks for the invite." The German Shepherd would comment as he approached, a friendly expression plastered on his face. Though he wasn't a higher ranked DarkClanner, therefore unable to announce or accept things like this, he was sure that they'd be able to go to what Constellationdreamer has proposed.

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[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]"I'll live," Ambassador grunted a comment, shaking out his brown and black pelt, sending up a spray of water in his path, though not seeming to care if he got anyone wet. "I'm just a bit concerned about what the hell is coming out of my paw." The canine added, holding it up in case she wanted to view the black pigmented blood that still dripped from the wound.

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[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 too far away when he heard an unfamiliar voice calling out. Twitching his ears, the German Shepherd would pick up the pace until he came into view of the stranger, his expression seeming to relax a bit, though there was still that look in his dark eyes of not to be too cautious. After all, The Exile's could be up to anything these days. [b]"Name and business, please." Ambassador mused as he halted in front of the female, rolling back his shoulders lightly.

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[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! I'm here, did you bring any Girl Scout cookies?" Ambassador shouted, not quite knowing who he was yelling to before seeing him. Whoops. "Oops, sorry pal. I thought you were someone else. Uh, name and business, please?"

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[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]"Awesome! I'm Ambassador, nice to meet you both, and welcome to DarkClan." The German Shepherd would say as he approached, a grin placed on his muzzle. He as well was doing the member exchange with them, though he was sure that Reno would provide some sort of announcement for those taking part in the event that it was time to head over.

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[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]A smile seemed to curve on the canine's muzzle right afterward, trying to lighten up just a bit, he, too, noticing the look that was written about her face. [b]"Welcome to DarkClan, then, Chocolatebox. I'm Ambassador," He paused for a moment, "Say, you wouldn't happen to have any chocolate on you, would ya?" He just figured because of the name she liked chocolate, he supposed. He also knew that the candy wasn't all that good for him, him being a dog, but whatever, YOLO.

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[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 simply gave a light shrug, chuckling to himself. [b]"Heh, welcome to DarkClan, Achybones. I'm Ambassador. Do you need any help getting around? Need a cane? Piggy-back ride?" He inquired, tilting his head. It might have seemed all fun and games and just poking at the older male, but he was just wondering if he required assistance in a childish matter. Maybe he should offer him one of those necklaces for old people that always say, 'Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!'.

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[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]sure, go for it c:

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[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]"If you head right on through the trees there and slightly to the left, you'll find it." Ambassador informed him. He would offer to go along with him to make sure that he didn't get lost, but to be honest, he was afraid that he might end up getting smacked over the head at least several times during that time period due to his need to 'make conversation'.

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