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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" I'm guessing you're keeping that to yourself, " the leopard spoke, again to Apollo, as he made his way over. He hadn't had a drink in ages, and spying a bottle of booze reminded him quite painfully of that. Once he'd settled into the Wardens, there hadn't been a day passed where he hadn't been a little bit tipsy, but they were days long gone.


    Furrowing his brow momentarily, the leopard hobbled over, turning to Alejandro. " It is a nice night, " he agreed, settling down with a huff.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Oh, for fuck's same! They'd been planning for this for three days, and now the monsoon had finally arrived, everybody was bloody dying! Alistair was in no fit state to throw himself around like a hero, but he'd be damned if he didn't try — a Warden was a Warden until he died, and he was most definitely still alive. The leopard heard the crowds even before he realised he was drenched and he threw himself into the fray, escaping the house he'd been in with seconds to spare and searching, almost frantically, for the owner of one of the pained voices.


    He was running into Apollo a lot, as well, he thought, as he spotted the pained male, and kicked out with strong limbs to join him. " Can you grab onto me? " Alistair asked, lifting his head above the water and attempting to steady the other male, glad he'd gotten that extra practise swimming in Alejandro's lesson.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Ew, lavender. " Alistair mumbled like a petulant child, but he drank the thing in one, before sticking his tongue out at her, again like a petulant child. " Ha ha, very funny. You'd love to put me out of my misery, wouldn't you? I reckon you'd turn my funeral into a party. " she had a point, though, when it came to needing everyone they could get. Alistair valued that because he'd never had a real family, after all.


    " Wait, this is untested? If I die, I'm so coming back to haunt you. " he dunked his muzzle back on the bucket of water, washing down the odd-tasting contents of the bottle. " And you'll regret it, Morrigan. If these are my dying words, you'll so wish you'd never given me your death potion. "



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Alistair refused to complain, on the pretence of stubbornness, and walked quickly, also, matching Apollo's pace. " I'll go short, then fill in anything that made no sense, alright? As a warning, though, most of it will make no sense. "


    He cleared his throat and grinned awkwardly. " See, I'm what they call a Grey Warden. A Grey Warden's job is to fight these ... monster things, called darkspawn. Usually, it's pretty easy, but sometimes, the darkspawn find something that kind of looks like a massive dragon, corrupt it, and then they come out in their thousands in what's known as a Blight. Pretty terrifying, actually.


    " Anyway, to become a Warden, one of the things you have to do is — hah, I'm really not meant to tell anyone this, but, whatever, I'm exiled. They don't care. One of the things you have to do is drink this horrid thing out of a cup, and it contains darkspawn blood. Now, you might die on the spot after drinking this, or you might survive. And if you survive, you become a Warden, and you're immune to darkspawn corruption.


    " Problem is, this taint that you've just drank does not agree with your body, nuh-uh. So it kills you, slowly. You hear the voices the darkspawn hear, and you can sense where they are, and they can sense where you are. Eventually, the voices start singing, you start to die, and that's when you go into the Deep Roads — which is where the darkspawn live — and you fight your way through them, killing as many as you can before they ultimately kill you. That's it. That's how it ends. "


    He pressed his lips together. " The Calling — err, the singing voices of doom and darkness — can take different times to come on. Sometimes you live longer than average, often shorter. My voices are starting to sing, needless to say. That's why I keep failing at basic tasks. Did that make sense? That was the short version. The long version is much, much longer ... as the name implies. "



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Well, that was ... straightforward. He snorted. " No, I don't suppose it would seem like it's worth it. " he still believed it was, though. Without Wardens, the Blight would have destroyed everything. They'd held off five of them, and apparently, there were ... two more to deal with. Eugh.


    He looked over at Apollo, then, his grin quickly returning, though it was less genuine and more understanding. " A lot of death? Sure, I've got all day. If it's dramatic enough, maybe I'll tell you what a broodmother looks like. "



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]In a rather rushed post, as Fan was museless and in an airport, Alistair majestically appeared and sat down, breathing only somewhat laboured.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Oh, he was a Joint? He ... had no idea what that meant, but hey! Promotion! " Oh, uh, thanks, Tauriel! And congratulations to everyone else. "



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]To his knowledge, Alistair had no supernatural abilities.


    So why, pray, did he wake up in a different body? His brown eyes blinked open groggily, and the first thing he noticed was that he was most definitely not a leopard.


    The male yelped, leaping to his paws and backing up rapidly, his whole body feeling clumsy and unfamiliar. It wasn't something that could go unnoticed for a while - he was shorter, he was slimmer, and he was stronger. Alistair wasn't sure what sort of power had bestowed this upon him, but whatever it was, it felt strange.


    Once an African leopard, Ali was now a Golden Retriever - make no mistake, he was still a Warden, with Warden's blood running through his veins, but his body had drastically altered, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that.


    " Maker's breath, what happened? "



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]A harsh breath escaped his throat, and Alistair shook himself out. Lyrium. He wanted to drown himself in lyrium. He'd never actually taken it, but supposedly, it smelled of burnt ozone. That would be preferable to the dog he could smell. He didn't really hate dogs, even if they'd had an odd relationship throughout the years, but he didn't want to be one.


    " That's not fair! " he whined at Morrigan. " Turn me back! I know you know how. You do this sort of thing all the time. " he grumped at the mage, before turning, irritably, to Iceshattered. " I'm going to turn back. Somehow. I liked being a leopard! I felt ... great. " having been born and raised a leopard, suddenly being a canine was odd. His face was too long! His legs were too thin! Everything was ...


    Alistair frowned.


    He glanced to MacCready, then, eyes widening as well. " I know! Isn't it strange? Hey - you're a dog. How am I meant to ... act? What do I do? How do I walk properly? " walking still felt strange with thinner, longer legs (at least, in proportion to his main body), and he wasnt sure how Mac did it with such ease.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Hey, I don't suppose you've got some more to share, have you? " the dog grumbled as he made his way over, stumbling a little on his legs, much like a - funnily enough - baby deer. Having recently shapeshifted, he was still struggling with the basics of walking, and was not entirely pleased with the sudden change. " I'm Alistair, by the way. " he added, managing a brief, albeit awkward, smile.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" I can't imagine anybody liking maths, " Alistair barked even though one of Fan's other characters literally loved maths as he approached, studying Angryangel. He looked bright and colourful, kind of circus-y ... and plenty of people claimed they'd seen Armageddon, so he wouldn't have been particularly surprised if another loony existed.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Alistair exhaled, managing a wider grin as he took the wine, careful not to spill it with his stupid paws. " Thanks - and nice to meet you too. That's quite the name, I've got to say. Do you know where it comes from? " he knew that his name meant friend or helper, for some reason, but ... hey. He was interested.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]i'm trying to decide if i should put alistair here for a bit



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Bad things happen when I lead. We get lost, people die, and the next thing you know I"m stranded somewhere without any pants.


    Now, he wasn't leading anyone, per se, but Alistair was on his own, and he was certainly not following anybody. And, in his own words, bad things happened when he led. Or chose to head off on his own without any guidance from somebody a little more capable at managing their life. Alistair was a follower, definitely; he preferred to stand behind somebody and trail after them, deferring to their judgement with only the occasional comment, if they chose to do something absolutely outrageous. Luckily, he'd never had outrageous superiors, and had never particularly needed to speak out against any of their actions - he'd had a good experience with keeping his head down and doing as he was told, and frankly, he'd have been content to remain like that forever, had Clarel not existed.


    But Clarel did exist, and he was a criminal, and now he was in ShadowClan. He didn't know he was in ShadowClan, of course, but he knew that he wasn't in ColouredClan, or SunClan, or BoneClan, and he was miles from Thedas. So what, pray, would he do?


    His immediate thought was to join, as it was safer in a group. As much as he wanted to find BoneClan, he couldn't without any aid, and frankly, this was the best place to start. The Grey Warden could still here the ever-loud singing of the Calling, steadily increasing in volume - it was still ignorable, but it had reached the threshold, and he knew his time was running out. Alas, he didn't want to fling himself into the void just yet, and he still had things to do. Rather than fleeing to the Deep Roads to die, therefore, he was stood at the border, looking around. " Err, hello? " Alistair called out, adjusting his stance and eventually settling down. " Is anybody there? Clanners, perhaps? Please tell me you're an ally of BoneClan's. " the last sentence was muttered, a half-plea to himself, and he exhaled, tipping his head.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Admittedly, he jumped a little as Shiftingthoughts spoke to him, having not expected such a sudden appearance, but once he realised it was simply a manner, the leopard relaxed, allowing a semi-awkward, albeit friendly, smile to curl his lips. They were an ally of BoneClan's? Thank the Maker. He'd never been so relieved! Out of the three clans he'd resided in, BoneClan was the one he considered home. Perhaps it was because of Morrigan constantly insulting him? Reminded him of the good old days. Ah, yes. Nobody could make him feel stupid like Morrigan could. It was a gift. A terrible, witchy gift.


    " Oh! Yes, well, that's good, I suppose. My name is Alistair, pleased to meet you. I'm looking to join, if that's alright. " the man said, giving a quick nod. Her next inquiry (and observation), however, caused him to falter, and in that time, a trio approached. One was another leopard — just like him! Oh, that was reassuring — one was apparently the first's echo, and the last was their groupie. Alright, then. They seemed to like spookiness, here. " Oh, do I? I guess being hunted down by your ex-brothers-in-arms and their demon sidekicks will do that to you. Ha! But no, no, seriously, I'm fine. Just tired. "


    winks @ u
    very sexy beast



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt][umm... i'd not say that he was obsessed with honour, but he likes the idea of valour
    he's a little too childish in origins to completely do what's totally right, and by inquisition, he's sort of just... tired, providing he's a warden
    but he does want to do the right thing all the time]


    Alistair turned to the unnamed, emotionless male, cocking his head. Auto-acceptance - he knew that, due to the last three clans, but it was still comforting to hear it, as bland as the statement was. " Ah, well, thank you, then! I'd appreciate it if you showed me to camp, yes. " the leopard cleared his throat and nodded his head, somewhat unsettled by the lack of an introduction, but rather determined not to show it. He'd thrown himself into situations with strangers before; this would be no different. It was a matter of survival, was it not?


    He pivoted again to face Pitchpulse, nodding his head with a somewhat more friendly smile. " Nice to meet you, Pitchpulse. I'm Alistair, if you didn't hear. "



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]rolls in
    if you need a change, go for it! i had to move alistair around a bit to keep my muse up for him - it does help (:



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]have a plot with alistair



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Oh, well, since he asked so nicely ... Alistair would have to obey! The new ShadowClanner (though BoneClanner at heart, and Grey Warden below that) made his way over at the call, tail curling around one of his hind legs as he settled down, offering Identityfraud an awkward smile. " Hello, then! Wonderful how clans encourage you to step outside your comfort zone. I'm Alistair, nice to meet you ...? " he trailed off, silently prompting the other male to introduce himself.



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