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[hr]YOU CAN RECLAIM YOUR CROWN
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Tama. The hesitant little female. She looked pretty. Pretty as a daffodil. Or perhaps a rose. One with big mighty thorns. She seemed not to use the pronouns of 'I' or 'me' either. Instead, the girl replaced them with her own name. And the small girl seemed to be an albino serval like him too. Perhaps someone could mistake them for siblings. Now that would be a silly thing to mistake them for.
Underfell. The male wouldn't catch the first part. But he would catch the part about his name. He seemed regal and intelligent. Not a brawn without brains. Now that was quite interesting. And it made him marvel at him for a bit. It wasn't in one of those sick ways though. The ways where one of those creepy dudes would stare at you because they wanted your body. It wouldn't be like that. It would be as if Yashiro was in shock or simply didn't know such a wonder existed.
Evergreen. This was the femme who seemed to be creeped out by the sight of Yashiro Isana. Or was she just a bit hesitant? He didn't know. Nor did he know what to comment about her. She just seemed like a quiet girl with lots of problems perhaps.
Perhaps the new Colorless King or Queen was like the past three. Yet again - Yashiro was left guessing. Not really recalling the moment where he did meet her. After all - Shiro had thought she was nothing but a creepy and sick fake who knew about the game that he had played.
Averting his gaze and thoughts back to a new soul, the male would offer a light smile to Retrograde. What an interesting name, he had wondered about what it had meant as in definition. And wondered what it meant to him.
Ayase Souju. A Gold Clansman, yes? Or was he mistaken? She seemed to be a bit ghost-like and friendly. He would have to chat with her later and form a more vast opinion about her. Although he did appreciate the formalities.
Riddlersgame. Another interesting name. Another interesting personality. He seemed to be a bit odd though. The smile sort of irked him too. But Shiro still brightly smiled then and there.
Lostboy. She seemed to be calm and friendly. Two traits that he had himself. But her name was a bit odd. Lostboy was a girl and she didn't seem lost. She seemed like she was at home and at peace. Unless her name had some metaphorical meaning that was really deep stuff. Now Yashiro didn't want to fix his gaze or ponder about her. So his gaze was fixed on the next soul.
Dimitri Hellfire. He wouldn't dodge the paw that was placed upon his shoulder. It was a friendly gesture. And it had no harm radiating from it. So he would just simply sit there and not judge the fellow despite the vibes that were offered towards him. Dimitri had reminded him of the past Colorless King. The fellow who wore a kitsune mask. Although instead of black and red, he was grey and black. Simmering his smile down towards a smaller one, the male would just settle there for awhile.
Littlepaw. Awh, this kid was cute. Super duper cute. His bright smile returned and he waved back at him in response. He seemed pretty cool. Perhaps they would chit-chat lightly later. Shiro hoped that they would be friends soon.
Kronos. A dragon. Wow. And it was very massive in size too. The albino was left in awe for awhile as he stared at the behemoth. Kronos. His name. Wasn't it from a Greek or Roman tale? The one with all the gods. Tch. He had to make sure he was wellrounded in all these aspects. Especially with the Greeks and Romans. How could he forget about such legends...
And finally his own Clansmen. Yashiro had a bunch of bubbly opinions on them. After all - they were his friends. Before opening his mouth and responding lightly, he would wave at Kuroh and Neko. It didn't mean 'hello' or 'hey!'. It meant 'settle down and don't fight with Dimitri.' Perhaps also averting his gaze upon them in a light way too.
"[b]Ahh - it's a pleasure to meet you all. The name's Yashiro Isana. But please call me 'Shiro'! I'm glad to be here." Was what the male would say with a small smile. Soon after he would address the part about the formalities and what not. He didn't want everyone going around calling him the 'Silver King'. Perhaps they would run into <JUNGLE> and start selling him out.
/ic opinions + a bit tad rushed,, excuse any grammatical errors or anything that doesn't make sense
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