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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]Ambassador would pad forward before taking a seat on his haunches, waiting patiently for some of his clanmates to come hear him out. He liked talking with an audience around him.

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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]Ambassador had only been exploring a bit when he heard rustling from the brush up ahead. He scented the air, and found that a new aroma was drifting his way. Narrowing his eyes, the German Shepherd slowly padded forward, his muscles tense as he prepared himself for what could be coming from the area in front of him. But before he could get far, some mutated beast jumped out at him, its teeth bared and a disgusting snarl erupting from its mouth. Taken a bit off guard, he jumped back a bit, examining the creature's form. It looked like a wolf, but much larger than one with patches of bare skin. Its hind legs resembled that of a lions, and its tail was long and reptilian like, spikes lining the back of it. A pair of bat wings were folded on its back, and its upper body and head was a wolf that looked like it had tumors, and from its muzzle dripped green ooze. They duo stood there for a while, staring at each other and awaiting for one to make the first move. Though right as he was about to go, the creature turned and started barking its head off, a weird, white noise type of howling. Ambassador watched it in confusion, only to see two human hunters coming crashing through the trees. Obnoxious bastards, the canine thought and turned tail, beginning to sprint away from the beast and hunters. And although he could easily outrun the people with guns in their hands, he could hear the mutated animal right on his heels. Without any second thoughts, the German Shepherd skidded to a halt and turned on his hind legs, greeting the creature face-to-face. His open jaws bit down on its muzzle, in which it reared its head back, flinging him off of it. He landed on the ground with a thud, but was quick to get back on his feet. A loud growl coming from his throat, he jumped at it again, this time trying to attack it from behind, but it was quick to bat at him with its hind legs, kicking him away. Finally, the creature turned and hit Ambassador so hard it sent him flying through the air and hit a tree. He coughed up blood, staring at the beast out of the corner of his eyes as he casually strolled toward him, bending down close to his face and sniffing at him. A rumbling noise still sounded from its neck, the goo dripped on his face, and its breath reeked. Growing tense and uneasy, wishing that this son of a bitch would just get out of his face, he barked and reached forward, hooking underneath its large jaws and digging his own into its throat, feeling hot blood trickle down its face. The creature screeched in pain, trying in a desperate attempt to get the canine off of itself. The DarkClanner shook his head back and forth rapidly, twisting and trying to dig his teeth deeper and deeper into its windpipe. After a long period of getting cut up from the creatures front claws digging into his flesh to try to get him off, the mutated animal would lay dead on the ground, its blood still pouring from the wound. Ambassador breathed heavily as he stared at it, his black eyes still narrowed in a glare as he watched the corpse. His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps behind him, and when he turned, he spotted the two hunters from earlier, both clearly shocked that he had defeated their beast. The German Shepherd barked at them, and they turned and ran. They could have shot him, captured him, tortured him, killed him, but they just ran. [b]"Bitches." He would snort with a roll of his eyes, and grabbed the creature by its scruff. It was insanely heavy, but sooner or later he'd appear back at camp with his prize, drenched in his own blood and the creatures, wounds covering his form, but he didn't feel any pain from them. He could only recognize pride and determination to hunt down every single one of these mutated assholes.

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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]He had no idea what he was doing here. He was positive that he'd be better off in DarkClan, but to be honest, with constant raids and skirmishes with the Exiles, it had all grown very tiring. And even though he loved this kind of rivalry as the next guy, it all seemed rather petty, so the demon decided that he'd take a holiday. And what better place to relocate than an area he was so familiar with? The canine, before joining any kind of community, lived on his own in the rocky slopes. He missed the silence and the simplicity of everything, but he figured he should spend some time of his basically immortal life around actual living bodies, no matter how idiotic they were. Besides, some might say he might go crazy being alone and the only company he'd have were the voices inside his own head. Well, he had those visitors that he'd trick and kill as company, he could reply. But the theory of a demon talking to himself seemed more humorousness. But there the German Shepherd stood, standing just along WindClan's border, humming to himself.

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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]"Hi, there. Name's Ambassador Tuairim, and I'm sure just like a lot of people that show up, I'm simply here to join. Not as exciting as bringing along gifts to strength an alliance or carry a message to invite you all to a prom where some of you might take advantage of the complementary snacks and eat away your feelings, but by now I'm rambling, so, yeah, joining." He mused the runoff sentence, holding a grin on his muzzle as he spoke.

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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]Tracking !

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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, thanks, man," The canine would say as he approached, his eyes seeming to be more focused on the gift basket than the person who actually carried it all the way here. Clearing his throat, he added, "I'm Ambassador." Though pretty much nothing in the basket was of use to him, it was the thought that counted, right?

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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 German Shepherd seemed to grow bored quite easily. It was like he always needed something to go on around him, or attention to be focused on him. Either one was perfectly fine by him. So in a new clan, not knowing anyone and unaware of everything that might be going on, he was definitely going to go crazy. If he wasn't already there. With a sigh, the canine pushed himself up to his feet and called out, [b]"I'm holding a meet and greet over here. I go by Ambassador Tuairim and I like Girl Scout cookies and long walks on the beach, if you're in to that kind of stuff."

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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, hotstuff. Name and business?" Ambassador said rather coolly as he approached, though his dark gaze would flicker with amusement. It was fun every now and then to change up the greetings whenever he met someone at the border. Of course, he was only tugging her tail, though he couldn't say that she wasn't all that hot.

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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]that's a good poem right there The German Shepherd would soon approach after hearing the call, a friendly smile placed upon his maw as he took a seat next to Cloudhouse. [b]"Nice to meet you, Librarykit. I'm Ambassador." He introduced himself with a light nod of his head.

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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]Weekly tasks. Great. Ambassador padded forward to receive one, noting silently that this would be his first in his new clan. His thoughts drifted back to DarkClan, recalling his last one being to crash one of their enemies parties. That was insanely fun, even the chase, but he was quite certain that this would would be a bit more mundane. No offense to WindClan, but this place wasn't as exciting as his old home.

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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]He had no idea what he was thinking when he went to go and make a home in WindClan. Compared to DarkClan, it was a total drag. Hell, their new leader didn't even know what Girl Scout cookies were. With all the humans that had been running around previously you'd think they'd learn a bit more about their culture. So in taking his leave, he decided to take refuge in a different clan, and what he heard from other travelers, BloodClan seemed like an interesting option. As he approached the border, he made light glances through the gaps of dark pigmented trees and the various bright dots at the surface. Keeping himself entertained as he awaited a patrol, the German Shepherd began to hum to himself and, leaning back on his haunches, raised a hind leg and started to scratch at the back of his ear.

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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 pressure was on now, it seemed. So, many, people, all just staring at him, only one of them having spoken to him. Flexing his jaw and clearing his throat, he would then announce to his audience, [b]"I go by Ambassador Tuairim, and I am simply here to join."

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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 German Shepherd had taken a day to get used to his surroundings, doing his best to memorize everything about the new territory that he could reach, though secrets about the area were still lurking about that he would have to find in a much more creative way. But today, he decided, that it might be best to get to learn his clanmates. So without any further wait, he would call out to everyone around, [b]"I'm holding a meet and greet over here. I go by Ambassador Tuairim and I like Girl Scout cookies and long walks on the beach."

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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]Tracking !

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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'm Ambassador." The German Shepherd would announce as he came over, his gaze focused on the other canine before him with a light grin curling up on his muzzle.

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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]Ambassador chuckled lightly to himself. All kinds of nicknames had been given to him back in DarkClan and WindClan, every one he received different from the others, and this was certainly one he hadn't heard before, though, to be honest, he kind of liked this one the best. [b]"Go for it." The canine responded to Cesar with a light nod of his head.

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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]This was interesting. Being alerted by Cesar's cries in the distance, he would not expect to come across this situation of the panther he had just seen not all that long ago turned into a majestic unicorn beast. [b]"Don't be so horny." Ambassador commented, narrowing his eyes and a smile appearing on his lips as he stared at the horned creature who preceded to shake his rear end about.

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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]"Hey, there. Name and business, please." Ambassador would say as he approached the stranger at the border, his dark gaze wide as he awaited an answer.

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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]ambassador would totally join, but he'd be that guy that's so cocky about winning then get beat up two seconds later

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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]Ambassador calmly but quickly ran out to join his clanmates as ThunderClanners just started to raid their territory. Seeing as this would be his first battle along the lines of BloodClan, he quickly decided then and there that he'd bring someone back from this to prove himself. Stretching out his shoulders, he would await for the opportunity to strike at one of their members.

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