[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Picnics were really not his thing. The last time he went to one did he end up getting knocked up, an event he felt no desire to repeat. Trotting over did he look to the ShadowClanner, humming to himself as he thought. Nosferatu typically attended events if they had food, and with a picnic traditionally having food, there was no way he was going to turn it down. "Thanks for tha' invite. You can expect me to be there too."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"Runnin' takes too much effort. How 'bout an eating contest?" There had been a time when he loved to run, but it was just too hot out, that and he was getting a bit lazier the older he got. Taking a seat beside Cecily did he press his tail to his side, silver orbs resting upon Lithium's figure. ScarClan sure did have a ton of wolves.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Nosferatu remember Flicker vaguely. He could remember the wolf being stuck to Wolfsbane like glue, but who was he to judge? Nos himself got a little clingy at times. Coming up beside Red did Nos examine Flicker, curious as to why he decided to come back to ScarClan. It was an interesting place, if he said so himself. "Yo. I guess SunClan wasn't ya thing?' It was not his either. SunClan use to be a nice place, but it had gone downhill since Seafoam took his leave.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"If Breakdance's rules are still 'round, then go for it," rumbled the lion-sized canine as he moved forward. He still had no idea what a man of his rank was allowed and not allowed to do, but he would be sure to check up with Dodger on that soon. The Exiles had always pissed him off since the day they were created, thus he had no qualms with however many raids or whippings were aimed at the malicious bastards.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]He never liked sparring with children. It was not that he held anything against them, but he was fearful of hurting them in some shape of form. But to be quite honest, he was really itching for a spar, so he was rather quick to respond to the call. "I would be happy to spar with you. I could also change to a larger body if my current one is a bit... Small." Realmwright was not a large hybrid, but he could do quite well in his birth body. If push came to shove then he would happily change into his beloved tiger body, even if it was riddled with arthritis and age.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Being locked in his room would have surly driven him mad. Realmwright was a social person, so isolation was not exactly something he enjoyed. The shepherd wolf hybrid made his way back into camp after a stroll when he spotted the growing group not far away and found himself arriving shortly after Vintage had. "Hello," greeted the former deputy with a wag of his tail. "I don't believe we met. My name is Realm."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]He could still remember the day his uncle had flung himself from the cliffs. The day Kissingbeehives had drowned in the river, and the day his son had died in his paws. It seemed the most tragic events were always glued to your mind and defined you, but what about the happy days? To be quite honest, he could remember the rainy days better than the sunny ones, but dwelling on them did no good. The former deputy could start a new life now, one where he knew no one and could rewrite himself without be expected to be what he was so many years ago. Realmwright had dragged out a chest he discovered and was quick on popping the lid to it. Peering inside did he find an array of items ranging from toys to fedoras. Reaching in did he obtain a black fedora that sat on top and placed it upon his head before retracting himself from the chest. "Would any like to take some of these," he inquired, turning to a few NPCs that had begun to gather.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;][ Thank you! ]
Silver eyes watched as the four appeared, quite impressed so far. Most little groups literally took two days to even get one member to show up, so this was a nice change of pace. "Thanks," spoke the male, German accent saturating his tone. None one here appeared to be familiar to him, but he could not help but look for her. It was a habit, even after four years of searching with no luck. "It's nice to meet'cha all too." At least none of them were being sour pusses. "Nah, I think I can handle things on my own." He never enjoyed tours much for he liked adventuring on his own, or at least with someone he knew. His attention drew to Selfdestruction before he quirked a metaphorical brow. What an odd duck, but Nosferatu was not exactly 'normal' himself. "My fav colors gotta be... Black? I'm not emo or anythin'. I promise." It was just a nice color that went with everything, or at least everything but the sun. "And I don't like pasta. The army kinda ruined if for me when I was a human." God forbid that was all they ever ate at the army camps. It was a wonder he could remember that after so many years.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]who wants a thread with this fuckboy?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]may i get the 2013 site choice award for second place best couple?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]alrighty. who makes?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]sure!!
would you all mind making the threads?
i'm being lazy and procrastinating
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]It looked like he was not the only ScarClanner here anymore. "Yo," greeted the male as he moved forward. So far his duel membership was going rather smoothly, but he would see how long he could keep this up. "Welcome to the hood. The name's Nos, in case ya forgot."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"The name's Nos. Welcome aboard." The ebony wolf flickered into visibility among his group mates, ears angling forward. It seemed quite a few were joining The Brotherhood, and for a brief moment, he felt like he was back in The Regime.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"Sure, why not?" With his size and the years of training that were put into him, this Webpaw would have a tough time even fazing him. However, Nosferatu was a believer in fairness. Moving forward did the lion-sized canine lock his gaze onto the apprentice before he was engulfed in a sudden flash of black. Once the black glow had ceased, a rather small domestic cat stood in the wolf's place. He was not a child, but being the runt of his litter rendered him to be smaller than your average feline. Nosferatu would not be using powers for he disliked using them in battle - shape shifting being the only exception - and would refrain from using them today as well.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Nosferatu never enjoyed an unjustified torture. Ironic for a demon of his stature. When he was first sent to hell for his 'training' was torturing the first trial. Every chance he could acquire would he look away, trying to block out the screams with his mind. Since then was he able to somewhat watch, but he was still prone to looking away. Flickering into visibility beside Mamura did he take a seat and set his gaze on Judith. The achilles had never seen nor heard her name before, so he simply assumed it was someone of unimportance within The Exiles' ranks.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]If he could get the chance, being with his sibling would be a dying wish. While his brother was not his brother by blood, he still longer to see his face again. The ebony wolf eased his way through the overgrown trails that marred the territory, nose to the ground as he sought out a rat that he spotted scurrying about. He poked through the brush and the brambles, but his hunt ceased when he found the rat's scent mingling with one of a hawk's. It seemed the bird caught his prey before he did; What a pity. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disappointment did he turn away, only to hear the voices a few strides away.
Veering off his path did he discover the group, quickly catching himself up to speed. "Welcome to ScarClan, dearie," the male spoke as he drew in a breath. "The name's Nos. Nice to meet'cha."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]He had been procrastinating this for quite sometime now. Having finished his morning rounds did he finally talk himself into it. "Yo, Dodger," the achilles called as he came sauntering forward. "I have'a question I wanna double check on: Are achilles and chimeras allowed to accepted ideas and invitations?"
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