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it couldn't be said that it was strange to have a wolfdog sitting at the border. clans likely got wolves and dogs all the time, though probably separately and not a high-content wolf dog like they was. but romanpaw did feel a little strange, waiting for someone to walk by and ask him what the hell he was doing. whatever. they'd made up their mind to join. nothing could stop him, except perhaps a relatively buff-looking dragon. wasn't this clan once called wyvernclan? hopefully there were none of the scaly beasts around anymore. they didn't fancy sharing a living space with something much bigger than them.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.[/size]
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romanpaw could probably teach miyu the difference between wolves and wolfdogs and simple dogs. he was always quite displeased whenever someone mixed those three up. they were a wolfdog themself, after all. that gave him reason to be displeased, surely!
"my name is romanpaw," he began, "and i'm here to join. also . . ." they paused, wondering if they should continue, then pressed on. "i am . . . a demiboy. please refer to me with either he/him or they/them pronouns, or both." there, he got that over with.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.[/size]
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track owo[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
— roman15clan[/size]
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ehyoooooooooo i'm wolfe i roleplayed here once when genevieve (?) was leader. i had a dragon character based off of toothless bUT WHATEVER NONE OF YOU PROBABLY REMEMBER. my pronouns are they/them, i like halsey, and i'm constantly sleepy.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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?!?!??! i was mentioned !??!?!?!
am i famous
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sure! i'll makeeee[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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roman's relief at miyu's easy acceptance of his pronouns and gender was obvious. thank the gods, at least one of them was tolerant. they glanced at the other, horned animal, a little freaked out by the horns and the fact that he hadn't said anything yet.
"thank you," rome said with a hint of gratefulness, but his eyes widened slightly when miyu informed him of their mold predicament. they stifled a curse—they hadn't been counting on this! "it's fine, i'm used to this," he replied, quickly realizing what he'd just said and hoping that miyu wouldn't inquire further..[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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romanpaw sidled up near halfpaw, somewhat interested to see how they did things around here. they stayed silent; there was no need for them to say anything.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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well, that was a shame, but romanpaw hadn't gotten to know whoever anna was, and thus couldn't feel any real sadness for them leaving.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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ha! he wasn't going dancing even if they threatened to kill him. maybe they'd just stick to the sidelines, however. that seemed good enough.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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the wolfdog lay down in the shade, idly scratching doodles in the ground. they weren't very good doodles, as he was not a good artist, nor was he even a good writer. they were simply average in all things. jack of all trades, master of none, but (so i've heard) better than a master of one.
with a sigh, he stood up and stretched his legs out, a little surprised by how much they ached. glancing once more at their scattered drawings, they swept a paw over the ground until the doodles were no more.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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eeeeeeee thank u
link to the miyu + rome thread[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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brilliant. he'd been dying for something to do since he joined. the brown and grey wolfdog strode over towards miyu, halfpaw, and leo, giving each of their clanmates a curt nod in greeting.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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rome was a seasoned traveler, though not by choice. he used to be a pet, until he escaped from an owner overwhelmed by his wolfish instincts. their owner was used to domestic dogs, not a true wolfdog like rome themself, and hadn't expected the difficulties that came with owning romanpaw.
and that, kids, is why you shouldn't own a wolfdog.
eventually he'd changed his name (he was ashamed of his old one. i mean, luna? really? luna? are you kidding me?) and set out for somewhere nice to live. and here they were now.
"yes," roman answered, having understood all what miyu had said so far. "is there anything else i need to remember?" he inquired, not bothering to ask for a tour. they'd find their way around eventually.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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romanpaw had showed up, a little confused about what halfpaw was doing. not one to waste much time, he asked, "what are you doing?" with characteristic bluntness. they didn't recognize the lump of something that halfpaw was shaping, nor did they really care.
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rome stared after miyu, nonplussed by the ceo's reply. making magic? what the hell did he mean? then his confused expression changed to one of bemusement as miyu's paws sunk into the clay. rearranging their face to one of angelic innocence, they padded over to the stuck leader. "do you need any help?" he asked.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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the hospital had a gymnasium? that was news to the wolfdog. he cast around his mind for any idea of why a hospital might need a gymnasium, and settled on the thought that it might have been used for patients who needed to relearn that whole walking-exercising-running thing.
"okay, i'll help," rome said, biting back a long-suffering sigh. they weren't the most artistic creature around. and he hated balloons. nasty rubbery spheres that were strangely light and also made horrific sounds when they broke . . .[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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the wolfdog trotted over, glancing at emma. "romanpaw. welcome," he said dully. rome couldn't be bothered to say anything more friendly. they weren't the nicest person, although they weren't necessarily mean. he was sat right in the middle. damn, they really were an average person, weren't they?[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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rome walked over, plopping himself down on the ground silently.
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rome watched as halfpaw helped miyu from his clay prison, then turned to sit at his own table. they stared blankly at the clay in front of them before tentatively poking it. it didn't move. he poked it again. it stayed still. deeming it safe enough to proceed, the wolfdog began trying—keyword here is trying—to shape the lump of clay into a . . . what? they hadn't planned this far. maybe he'll just wait and see.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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rome picked up a blank whitemask that covered only the eyes, looking it over and figuring out what to do with it. with a satisfied grunt, he sat down and began painting it black. black paint started to gather on their paws, which displeased the wolfdog greatly. there was no help for it, however—he would have to wash his paws somewhere later.[/fancypost][size=10px]template © wolfe.
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