Posts by N

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//its fine

N froze when he saw the stranger and stopped just behind Zekrom, eyeing them cautiously. "Um, hello," he greeted in a quiet, hesitant voice, uneasily shifting his paws. Meanwhile, the young black dragon took a few more steps towards Linkle, giving her a cheerful peep in welcome. N frowned and beckoned him back to his side, and Zekrom, frowning, obeyed, and quietly plodded back over so he was standing next to the green fox. The hatchling looked more concerned than anything, which was an expression he bore far too often as of late, with N slipping in and out minor depression and whatnot.

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N blinked, relaxing a little as he heard her words. "A-ah, alright," he mumbled, though he was still feeling a bit defensive, and stood protectively in front of Zekrom in case the coyote, by chance, turned on them. It wouldn't have been the first time something of the like happened. "Um... Sorry if I'm bothering you or anything," he quickly apologized. He spoke quickly, to the point his words blurred together a little, making him a bit difficult to understand. It was a habit he'd always possessed and was never able to break. He gazed around at the surrounding scenery, calculating the distances between them and him and also making notes of their heights, widths, and approximated masses, as was another deadly habit of his.

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Blinking, N eased up a little, straightening and letting himself relax, just a bit. Pulling on the edge of his cap so it shadowed his face a little, he thought about what to say. "I'm N," he mumbled simplistically, shifting his weight around a bit. "Oh, and this is Zekrom. He's... He's very nice." The male was finding himself a little unsure of what to say. Granted, he'd always been a bit shy, but he'd never had a problem with finding the right words. A little bothered, he slowly sat down, feeling a little worn out. The pads of his paws were a little rugged, and his legs ached. Perhaps it was exhaustion that was messing with his head. He had been suffering minor insomnia, so it wouldn't come as any surprise. "Pleased to meet you... Evergreen."
Zekrom gave a friendly peep in greeting, a smile coming to his black muzzle, warm red eyes focused on the sightless female before them.

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He blinked blankly at her, unable to tell if she was really joking or not. It irked him. "Um, I..." he mumbled. He swayed a little on his paws, but caught himself, shaking his head wildly for a few seconds. His hat fell off of his head and he scrambled to pick it up, placing it back on his head with a huff. "Sorry, I'm just a bit tired. We've been travelling quite a bit lately. It's been rough." He sighed, reaching a paw up to rub tiredly at his eyes.

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While the dragon remained asleep, N's head jerked up, and he turned to look over at the unfamiliar female. He frowned, shifting into a sitting position and sighing wearily, nudging his hat so he could see better. "Oh, hello there," he mumbled, ears flicking. "I, um, can I help you?" He eyed the feline, keeping close to Zekrom, a little protective of him.
//no muse sorry

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N paused for a moment, a guarded look on his face, though he did relax a little. The unusually coloured canine let the tenseness in his shoulders ease and he sighed. Though he wasn't entirely sure how to answer the awkwardly worded question. He figured it had been rather obvious what he was doing, but nonetheless, he conjured up a response. "Oh, I was just resting. I've been travelling a lot lately, it can take a toll on you." He gave a forced laugh, an uneasy smile on his pale-furred face. Usually he could smile freely even while talking to a complete, potentially hostile stranger, but lately, he needed to put effort in to place the faintest signs of friendliness on his face. Maybe it was because he was tired. He decided he liked that explanation, mostly because he'd panic if he didn't. He was so out of sorts, he didn't like it one bit. Then his ears perked in alarm. Oh, he hadn't bothered the winged female in some way, had he? He hoped not. Frowning, he took on a slightly anxious, apologetic look. "O-oh, I'm sorry! I'm not getting in the way or anything, am I? I can go, if you wish." 11 feet, four inches. That was the height of the tree to his left. Distance to the river he could hear in the distance, judging by sound volume, was approximately seven yards. His mind worked at taking these unnecessarily detailed notes of his surroundings, as it always did, though his counting was a bit rushed since he was a little nervous.

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ahhh
can he meet this poor depressed child
i think they'd make cute friends

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He sighed, relaxing a little. "That's good." Then he looked up again, studying the winged femme, mentally taking note of the measurements of the feathery appendages. "So, um, what's your name?" He smiled again. It came to his face a little easier this time. "I'm N." He gazed back over his shoulder to ensure Zekrom hadn't been disturbed by the conversation, and was pleased to see the young dragon was still peacefully dozing. "And... That's Zekrom."

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lol yes yes i can make
but it'll probably be really museless because right now i'm also lazy

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N was crying.
He didn't know why, but there he was, the pale, green fur of his muzzle soaked with tears as he silently wept. He was happy Zekrom was sleeping so he wouldn't have to see. He felt so fragile, so confused and frustrated, he just didn't know what to do with himself. First had come the insomnia. Then he'd left home. And since then, he felt every part of him aching to stop. His mind dulled, he felt it harder to complete simple equations every day. His fur was unkempt, his eyes were dull with exhaustion, his paws ached. But the worst thing of all, he didn't know why. He panicked when he didn't know something, couldn't work something out through numbers and logic, and now he was especially bothered by it. Was it because he was alone? Because he was without a proper place to sleep at night, without someone to guide him to one such place? He'd always been a loner. He'd always been homeless. His father had been abusive, after all, and his mother... Who was to say where she was, or ever had been. He had his sisters for a while, but they disappeared. He'd always really been alone. Why did it bother him now?
He hurt from crying, and the tears subsided. Relieved, he rubbed the drops from his eyes and attempted to clean up his face. The unusually coloured fox looked so ragged. His fur had always been a little messy, but he didn't like it this bad. Taking off the black and white baseball cap he always sported, he tiredly cleaned himself up, then sat next to the dozing dragonling, placing the hat snugly back on his head. Weary eyes turned to the sky, which was still bright and blue. He saw the clouds rolling in, though. He approximated it'd be three hours until rain started coming down.
It was probably for the better if he didn't realize he'd miscounted.

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well i thought it would be a crappy post but i got muse
because sad things give me muse
here: http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2256971

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N nodded. "I see. Nice meeting you..." he trailed off, then shook his head. "What brings you to these parts? You said you were exploring, so I imagine you aren't from this area." He wasn't either, as he had no home at the moment, and so he was curious whether this was a fellow traveller, someone who got lost, or perhaps someone just looking for a break from their life. He realized he could sense a faint bit of clan scent clinging to the leopard's fur. Curious. He tilted his head slightly, awaiting her response.

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He shuffled his paws a little, frowning. Friends, huh? He was feeling horribly alone at the time, so the mention of friends made him a bit uneasy. More so than he already was, of course. "Oh, I see. E-everyone needs a break once and a while," he offered in reply, laughing unsteadily. It was strange. He'd always been a loner, it was a lifestyle necessary to adjust to with his lonely and abusive past, so why did he feel so empty? "Where is your home, hm?" He flicked his furry tail a few times, noticing as he did that it was rather tangled. He took a few moments to briefly reach his muzzle around and straighten a few knots in the pale green fur with his teeth, then looked over at Archangel again, focusing dark grey eyes on her.

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He nodded, looking thoughtful. He didn't recall ever hearing of such a place. Perhaps when he was feeling a bit better, or well enough to keep visiting clans at the least, he'd stop by and see what they were like. "Hm, that's an unfamiliar name to me," he admitted, gazing off into the distance as opposed to focusing on Archangel's face. Eventually, though, he left his small trance and steadily turned his gaze back to her. "Though, with the utter multitude of groups around here, I'm not surprised there are some I haven't heard of." He rolled his green shoulders in a shrug, briefly adjusting his hat.

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//welp this is the only one of his threads that is still active

N nodded. "Must be hard, keeping track of relations with all the other groups," he mused. He had to wonder what strategy was like and how foreign affairs were handled when there were so many potential threats or perhaps allies to keep tabs on. It sounded fun. He enjoyed forming strategies and handling such things. It fell right into his skill range, what with his prodigious intelligence and all. "Do you have many allies? Or is your group more centred around rivalries?" He hoped to hear the first. He disliked war. He occasionally compared himself to the Greek goddess Athena, considering they were both excellent in similar categories, and the fact he too loved the strategy of war but hated the bloodshed.

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He nodded idly. "That's good," he hummed, as his tail came to rest snugly around his legs. "I dislike battle. I do wish everyone could settle their differences, but I know that's impossible. It isn't in our natures to be peaceful." Giving a little sigh, he briefly rubbed at his eyes before resting his paw back on the ground. Usually his grey eyes held a determined glow, and sparkled with intelligence, but now, they were dull and dreary. Then his ears pricked when he heard a little yawn and looked over his shoulder to see Zekrom rousing. The dragon lifted his black head, blinking open red eyes and quietly looking around, pushing himself into a sitting position. He looked at Archangel and looked confused for a few moments, then gave a peep of greeting. N chuckled. "You're awake."