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A fine place, thought he. He found the quaintness of it all very comforting and was fond that there were hardly any man-made roads. The short clacks of the tall black jackal sounded lightly through the morning air, mainly veiled by the choruses of birds. A fine place indeed.
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The ebony hound looked quickly to the side only to make out a pair of oval-ish ears connecting to some lengthy sideburns of white fur and amidst that some black stripes which led to the middle of the face where a thick nose lay and aside from that nose a set of threatening eyes. This could be none other than a tiger. A scary-looking creature, wasn't he? Personally he would not like to tango with him. But there was a question that needed answering so he chose not to think about encountering the beast in a fight. "Francis, here to join."

With only a short steal of a look going for him the dog frowned at the stranger causing the corners of the thin snout to sag a tad with the weight of the rubbery black lips. What was he, chopped liver? Was it everyday that someone saw an Anubis? He was not a full-fledged one but that he had little knowledge of and so only assumed he had right to the title of such imaginary species.

A looked towards the other approach-er and spotted the folded wings on her. She must be the cause of his demise having wings and all and being fairly larger than him anyhow. She was practically a mythical creature of her own league while he was heard of. Rare, thought he.

That one too must be why he did not get any appraising or second-looks directed towards him. What with the devil-esque tail.
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"Uh, thank you.", he said right as he was snapping back to reality. He thought too much and that had to stop. Otherwise he would only think and never speak and so no one would ever get to know him. A flea that hadn't been there hours and days before decided to nip him and he hunkered down for a moment to give the long neck a running over of short claws. "Okay, Chroma. Nice to meet you."
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"They do.", seconded he as he wiped a layer of frosted coating from his black chops and smiled for the distressing little one. Poor thing. He was worrying over very little.
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"Great name. Welcome to the Brotherhood." A look of joy was frozen upon the so called "Anubis"'s face as he sauntered up. He liked meeting new people and this person's name honestly was one of the coolest ones he had ever heard. His own was not so bad itself but it had sort of a English royalty-ness to it which he was not quite sure he was fond of.
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Ooo that was sure to be a bad twist. Jaws were lightly parted in an oval-shaped frown as the tall one came padding over. How where they to free her? He looked over to the cussing feline that stood a few inches from the wreckage-site and seeing him just standing there made him rather angry that the guy was not helping out. Shaking his head disapprovingly he decided that his own loitering just could not do. Time to take action. "Hold tight, miss." The dog snapped jaws over the top of the rock and pulled with all his might managing to edge it a bit closer to a vantage where it might tumble off. He then propelled himself with his long legs and worked his teeth around the point latching on lightly so as not to file his canines down when he pulled. He managed to loosen it some which might help the feline to use an ounce of her strength to knock it off.
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The last clan had been a major drag so here he was, standing on the soft shore of the beach, looking up at the beach houses that were lined one aside the other and then up to the castle that stood like a majestic giant. He supposed he preferred the little homes better. "Hello. I'm Francis and I'm here to join. I don't think I'll be needing a tour." He knew how this name and business thing worked.
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The wide head snapped up as a voice came out of the blue and a small smile was offered to the stranger. "Thanks, great to meet you Kuroo." He liked the name. It sounded like kazoo which was not so bad an instrument according to him plus the name just stood out and he had never heard of one like it before. So it'd be easy to remember this guy unlike some people whom he sadly only managed to forget about. His memory was never too good.
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Wow, wow, wow, how many clans had he been to already? Probably three or two. He could never keep residence for long and his latest attempt to join a clan had resulted in the joining and that had been the end of his time there. Hopefully this place would be different. It surely was more beautiful than the last place. So with a hopeful attitude around him he marched on up towards the colorful houses and took a seat along a brick walkway before announcing to any one whom happened to be near or cared much, "Hello. I'm Francis and I'm here to join."
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Oh cool, three eyes. For now he focused his own two on the set that were more towards the middle of the face. A ghost of a smile presented itself on the black lips. "Thank you." It was good to know someone was happy about his joining. From past experiences he had learned of those who were not particularly phased and how should they be? Francis thought himself to be an agreeable person all and all. Plus he had a cool coat and the sharpest ears he thought he would ever see. Clearly there was something there that they were blind to. "Hello, Madkit. It's nice to meet you!"

The elegant black head shot up as a new voice entered the air and the smile grew a tad as he spotted the unfamiliar face. "Hi!" The wave was gladly returned. Hospitality like that had not come to him for a good long amount of time. "Thank you, sir. It's great to meet you, Nighttales." He laughed at the end part of what the stranger had to say. All that talk had been very monotonous and boring to him those past times and it was funny to see someone make humor of it. This guy knew what was up. A down to earth sort of fellow he'd get along nicely with. "Oh, uh, I like the color white. My favorite food is probably rabbit. Communism is monstrous and will tear civilizations apart. Quantum whosie-what's-its?" All that speaking left him panting for air. Well then, that was a plot twist. His tongue lolled out for a moment as he attempted to cool himself off and was gone instantly after he felt sweat form from his paws. That would help.

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It was a long walk up the mountain, but the angel decided it was worth it. Anything to spread the news his sinful counterpart cringed at. He loved to spite the demon, taunting him and for lack of a better word, shitting on his dreams. It brought to him a feeling of achievement as if he could stop the beast from doing further bad deeds.

The rooster eventually made it to the circular buildings and sniffed as wind beat against his shining comb. It was a breath of fresh air. A pun he would not laugh at nor take pride in. There should be no humor where the Lord was concerned. [b]"Greetings. I am Demaenetus and I request to join this family of friends and, if all is as it should be, do-gooders."

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( thank you!! )

( noted and thank you too! )

This notion was not satisfactory to the heavenly being and though he scowled at the ground, he would make no remark. It could just be the girl's view of the place. Females were known to have jaded views. The proper and real "beastly" Demaenetus would not have agreed with this sexist thought of the angel's. In fact, he was downright ashamed and openly voiced this in the rooster's mind and the divine being took no heed of his demonic roommate. [b]"Thank you, my dear sister. Seija, it is a grace to meet thee. I see."

Too religious for his own damn good, the rightful Demaenetus might have commented. The angel held it back though and would glare daggers if he could. A truly primal creature, one so dastardly and disgusting. The angel cleared his throat before the other female drew near. A cat could be a beauteous, graceful creature with independent thought either serving in the favor of his lord or in cahoots with the master of the creature whom he had won over for the time being. She should, he hoped, be as she looked: good and understanding. That brilliant twinkle in her eye made him believe that she certainly was smart enough to avoid the tempter. The nickname was a fresh change to him and as he thought it would better help him lower himself to the people's level so would it be that he would take it. "Thank you. I shall allow it. Thou art a blessing to meet." [font=gothic]What a pain in the ass, the devil would grumble within.

The angel had not been taught this language as he was a fledgling yet but the devil, who was older and well-trained in the wonderful language of curses and foreign tongues, rejoiced at this insulting of the angel. "Greetings.", was all the rooster could choke out, still not sure what the man had said.

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[size=10]spacehere[fancypost bgcolor=#212121; bordercolor=#0F0F0F; width: 320px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=black]The struggle seemed intense to the stickler preacher. He knew she was worrying herself over others and that in itself was a troublesome affair. He had learned to shut of his anxious thoughts and trust in his lord. If it worked for him, it should work for her. Demaenetus knew Tobijah would not take no for an answer.

[b]"Good day, my sister. You appear stressed. Need thee a confidant? I may serve as one though thy mayst find better council from the King of Kings." A smile remained upon the pitch beak.
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[size=10]spacehere[fancypost bgcolor=#212121; bordercolor=#0F0F0F; width: 320px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=black]Sooo down.

Demaenetus is originally from Lithiumclan. He is a strange, intricate creature in that he is always changing personalities thanks to the angel that is fighting for control of his body. Demaenetus is a pretty laid-back demon dude who is pretty content and happy when he doesn't have to worry about Zerubbabel nagging his ear off and dictating his body. He's greedy as all demons should be and on the selfish side. He's opinionated and feels alright with letting everyone know what he thinks and why he thinks it. He doesn't give a shit if anyone disagrees and he's pretty accepting of other people's viewpoints too. He's a little sensitive to remarks and is really protective of those whom he comes to like.

Zerubbael, on the other hand, is a way different story. Zerub is an angel sent from God to preach the Good News and get people to convert and believe in God. He's cold and stolid and looks pissed with everything in existence but is really passionate about his faith and tries to be extremely honest. He's a little too overly religious and is a big homophobe who doesn't believe in other sexualities and transgenders. He's frank and outspoken, a little like poor Demaenetus, and is over the top formal.

Both of them inhabit an Ayam Cemani rooster body that has jet black feathers from beak to tail. His comb and wattles are scaly and a lighter color than the ebony that covers his well-kept coat as are his long legs. He wears his signature black and white priest's collar and around his neck is hung an over-sized wooden rosary.

Obscuro can rip out his tail feathers, eat one of his legs, and slice up his wattles.

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[size=10]spacehere[fancypost bgcolor=#212121; bordercolor=#0F0F0F; width: 320px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=black]Demaenetus would have been all for it if it had been him. Indulgence was key and he could rarely ever feel the regret that the common folk felt when they had overdone something so really his amusement was endless. It was just that this pisspot bastard with a pole stuck up his ass was dictating his every move and claiming ownership of the body for now. The guy needed sense beaten into him. He'd get all that was coming to him and more and Demaenetus would simply sit back with a glass of iced tea, throw on shades so the shit storm wouldn't splatter all over his eyes and pull up a box of popcorn to further improve his indulgence.

This was why Demaenetus was ecstatic as Zerubbabel was dragged further to a punishment that was sure to be had at the place of bad reputation. Demaenetus knew a clan or two and this place was famous for its...hospitable treatment of prisoners. This hospitality would be at full throttle in under a minute and Demaenetus need only grin on and watch. He could care less for his body being trashed for he could deal as long as Zerubbabel got what was deserved.

[b]"Is that so? Well, mightn't I not be your last? If you turn to the good Lord and ask his forgiveness you will never have to be brought to this ill treatment of the Lord's creatures again. You will be saved. You will enter the gates and look upon his chivalrous face and rejoice to live forever in happiness and good and safety." He ran his mouth when he was under pressure and there it was in its ugly rawness. It was short-lived for he ended with a squawk as his slender legs were bound and he was left semi-hogtied on the ground with beak pressed into the earth and a scared spark in his eyes. Where's your "good Lord" now, pal?, thought Demaenetus.
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[size=10]spacehere[fancypost bgcolor=#212121; bordercolor=#0F0F0F; width: 320px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=black]Ah, I could make the thread in a few. I'll send you an invite when I'm done ^^

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[size=10]spacehere[fancypost bgcolor=#212121; bordercolor=#0F0F0F; width: 320px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=black]Tut, tut, tutting away, the black chanticleer cocked his head from side to side and wavered over the cracked cream bones of the once mighty beast that were scattered most disappointingly through the jungle's underbrush. A bad end for a luxurious and kingly creature. Satan wouldn't even have a cold heart enough to be rid of the fearsome height and danger. The teeth must be somewhere and the head, too. And so went the downfall of kings and rulers. Demaenetus was all sad now while Zerubabbel would sneer away in that world of his own in unfortunate Demae's mind.

[b]"Not fuckin' fitting.", declared the rooster aloud. The world should agree seeing as how monstrous it could be when it wanted to. "Proud'a yourself, big bad world?"

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[size=10]spacehere[fancypost bgcolor=#212121; bordercolor=#0F0F0F; width: 320px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=black][b]"Screwed up this miserable bastard's perfectly cool life." Here he nodded towards the ancient internal structure and gazed at the winged leopard. "Say, you ain't no damn angel, are you?" He was curious. It wasn't like he would curse her name or loathe her for it. He had come to understand that there were exceptional angels and that there was also the unexceptional ones. He had knew better of the latter and the foremost had he rarely encountered but on such an occasion he was quite content.

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