Posts by Greyscale?

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Greyscale grunted in response, still examining the masks. He could understand that feeling - knowing that something was special to you, though not knowing why or where they came from.
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxxOkay then, what clan is Elliot in?

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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxxGreyscale hadn't noticed that when he sat, his front paws pressed together, and now he attempted to pry them apart. For some reason, though he didn't know what, his physical form seemed to drip, like slime. It also stuck and fused with things, resulting in some...interesting forms. He frowned, eventually prying them apart, though now his left leg was slightly larger than his right. He'd fix that later.

For now, he was here. He wasn't sure why he was here, and not in the forest as he usually was (well, he technically was in the forest, but not really). He wasn't sure why he hadn't left when he was told to, why he had decided to stay instead. Maybe it was simply because he enjoyed interacting with others, and learning the different gestures that accompanied their speech. Or maybe it was because Saosin - this specific canine - interested him. He wasn't like the others he had met in his short life. He was...was grumpy the correct word for it? He always had this demanding edge to his voice - and rather than annoy the demon, it intrigued him.

If Greyscale knew what it meant, he would have shrugged at Saosin’s question. What reasons were there to be here besides joining?
“I…don’t know,” he replied, “I was just walking and I ended up here.”

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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxxOkay! Would you like me to make a private thread there? If so, I might not be able to make it until later today or even tomorrow.
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxxGreyscale or out a yelp as a mask was fastened to his face, attempting to let off the plastic thing before having it snap back again.
"I am not a criminal!" He protested, still clawing at the mask. "How do you get these things off?"
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxx// @ELLIOT. - mobile

Greyscale wandered. He had nothing better to do, of course. He was a loner (not a rogue, he refused to be called that), which meant his life consisted of hunting and accidentally trespassing in other clans' territory. Speaking of which, he had done so yet again without knowing. This time, he had reached Windclan, whose name explained quite a bit of the climate. Of course, he didn't know it's name, let alone that it even existed.
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxx// @JASPER A. - super rushed

Greyscale was tired. He felt like collapsi n g forever, but he didn't. He kept walking. He had no reason to, other than that he felt that he should. Of course, this led to his form...dripping again. His tail, lowered from weariness, was beginning to fuse with his body and back legs. He'd have to fix that later, but for now he was too tired. Though he had gotten better at identifying clan borders, he hadn't see me to notice his nearing the border of Riverclan.
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxxGreyscale wasn't too surprised to find someone. It had always been that way - if he made himself known, people would flock towards him like vultures to a corpse. Even if he wanted to be alone, he doubted he could help it. Did he want to be alone? He wasn't sure. Regardless, the demon would sleepily turn to the other, sitting down on the wet grass.
"Sitting," he replied. He had no particular reason for being here, he just...was.
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxxIn the midst of his walking, Greyscale had nodded off, absorbed in his thoughts of the future. Upon seeing a three-legged figure hobble their way toward him, his mind drifted from the clouds and back down to earth.
"Hello," came his simple reply to the feline's approaching him, sitting down in the grass. The morning's dew lingered in the soil, leaving the demon's paws damp. Regardless, he sat, curious yellow eyes watching the other with a blank expression.
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxxThough he's currently a loner (as I slowly decide which clan to put him in), I'd love it if Greyscale and Windchimes could have a private!
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxx//mobile + rushed

Greyscale hated his name, but had begun to get used to it.
"G...Greyscale," he replied, turning to stare at the feline.
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxxNow Greyscale was confused. Was he joining? Joining what? He decided the best option would be to just ask before making any more split-second decisions.
"Wait - joining what?" He didn't care if he came off as stupid or clueless (which he partially was) as long as he got some answers.
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxx//The 'structure' is a tire swing.

Greyscale, on the other hand, was a loner. A rogue, a stray, whatever you wish to call him. He had no reason to care for politics or duties, because he had none. He was free. But in some sense, that was boring. He was dependant on accidentally trespassing and meeting new people for eternity. Speaking of which, the demon had once again treespassed, this time in a young clan known as The District. The sun was beginning to set, and Greyscale decided to take a small rest. He take on some sort of colorful structure and swung in the wind, trying to balance himself without falling through the gaping hole in the middle.
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]xxxxx//That's fine! I've been fairly busy too. On another note, Greyscale sounds like a robot since I realized he probably doesn't know what contractions are. cx

Greyscale looked back down at his paws.
"I would not really call it a power," he replied with a small frown, "I am not really sure what it is, to be honest. I cannot really control it." As he spoke, he tried his best to even out his paws again, pressing them together and attempting to pry them apart as evenly as possible in hopes that he wouldn't be limping for a while. Uneven legs were annoying, he'd come to realize.
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