Posts by Naz graveyard

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    [hr][b][color=white]"Don't move, for goodness sake~" The little griffin would giggle childishly as she stumbled over; her striking gaze never leaving the injured female. Oh no, her poor clanmate looked like she was in so much pain! In truth, like any good clanmate, Panda felt very bad and very angry with whoever caused Valkyrie so much pain, but she couldn't stop giggling. The griffin literally couldn't stop. She giggled when someone was hurt, she giggled when she saw dead bodies strewn all over the clearing... it was just the child's way of dealing with strange, uncomfortable situations. Some children cried, some froze in fear, and some wanted their mothers... but Panda just laughed.


    Continuing to giggle, Panda would grin, [color=white]"Tell me what I should do to help you, miss?~"[color=white]
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    6 months old | Carries around leather bag filled with herbs/medicine | Severe abandonment issues
    [hr][color=#EBEBE4]"Hello... s-sir..." A much quiet voice would mutter, [color=#EBEBE4]"M-My name's Nurserypaw, so... Pollux, good to know."


    The young Mender's Assistant would stumble over to stand next to the extroverted, strange cheetah, his golden gaze focused down on the ground. A rock, specifically. My, it was such a nice rock. Not polished, and a little dusty. Returning his attention towards Pollux, the nervous Mender would continue, [color=#EBEBE4]"M-Mender's Assistant too..."
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    6 months old | Carries around leather bag filled with herbs/medicine | Severe abandonment issues
    [hr]Nurse watched the exchange between Luci and this... not enemy, confusion expressed all too clearly.


    When what was happening finally dawned on him, the tiger almost lost his lunch. Not because he thought it was gross, but because this was one of the first... flirty things he had ever seen. His body and mind were simply not ready for something like that. Trying to make as little noise as possibly, the quiet Mender stalked away to leave the two love... creatures alone.[color=#EBEBE4][color=#EBEBE4][color=#EBEBE4]
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    6 months old | Carries around leather bag filled with herbs/medicine | Severe abandonment issues
    [hr]Rick? What did this fellow want with Grandpa Grimes?


    Nurse wandered forwards cautiously, asking as politely as he could, [color=#EBEBE4]"Wh-What do you want w-with Rick, sir?" Of course, if he had known that this was a brother of Rick's, he would have been overjoyed to meet a... granduncle? Yeah, that. But, Nurserypaw didn't recognize this stranger at all so he was just being careful.[color=#EBEBE4][color=#EBEBE4]
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    6 months old | Carries around leather bag filled with herbs/medicine | Severe abandonment issues
    [hr]Nurse began to blush out of pure embarrassment. He hated getting yelled at, but he wasn't yelled at often. It made him feel horrible, and he already felt horrible about everything. Everyone seemed to have a sad story l, his was that he had a strange rhyming condition, and his mother abandoned him. Maybe not so bad compared to the usual


    Frowning in thought, the Mender would stutter, not bothering to hide his nature anymore, [color=#EBEBE4]"B-But... I should blame y-you... I need to, th-that's what you do... When something hurts, you have to hurt something to feel good. It doesn't matter w-who it is, you should..." Looking down towards his paws, the golden tiger would force a 'sinister' smile, [color=#EBEBE4]"Get them before they get you, that's how the world works, too. Are you trying to tell me that you had nothing to do with Blizzardclan's attacks? No... N-No... You must've been there for some sort of attacks..." Rhymes, he needed to rhyme. This situation was making him feel worse and worse, he felt very confused.


    Since, this hyena was undoubted annoyed with the little tiger. Maybe he even hated him, because he was just some evil Exile child.


    But now, Nurse had said his peace. He didn't need to speak anymore, since he didn't want to be yelled at by this ex-leader guy. He braced himself for another smart retort.[color=#EBEBE4]
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    6 months old | Carries around leather bag filled with herbs/medicine | Severe abandonment issues
    [hr]The little tiger nodded pitifully as he instinctively leaned towards Amaranthine, grateful for the support. He muttered fearfully, squeezing his golden eyes shut, [color=#EBEBE4]"Oh-Ohkay... th-thank you... ok..." The Mender then fell silent in an attempt to ignore the voices around him. Ignore the pain he felt, and the confusion stirring within him.


    No... Did his clanmates really start the whole thing with Blizzardclan? No, that must have been a lie. His clan was violent, yes, but they were his family. He would love them for who they were... but rape? It was so horrible!


    Nurserypaw continued to shake as he sniffled slightly, slowly becoming aware that Broken had attempted to hurt Felix again. Oh god, what if she got hurt?[color=#EBEBE4][color=#EBEBE4]
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    6 months old | Carries around leather bag filled with herbs/medicine | Severe abandonment issues
    [hr]Ah, so far he knew all of these people. The growing tiger stumbled forwards; his golden gaze sweeping the group before focusing on a rock sitting in the dirt. Yes, it was quite a nice rock. Such smooth features... and a lovely colour. Then, next to it, was the nicest blade of grass...


    Nurserypaw didn't like talking about himself.


    Taking a deep breath, the Mender's Assistant would mutter, [color=#EBEBE4]"Nurserypaw Grimes-Rayne-Gordan-Lockhart-Sebastiano-Inferno, I-I think you know..." Taking a quick breath, he'd continue shakily, [color=#EBEBE4]"I-I rh-rhyme some..."[color=#EBEBE4]
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    6 months old | Carries around leather bag filled with herbs/medicine | Severe abandonment issues
    [hr]// D:


    Nurserypaw tried to follow the trail, worry gnawing at his insides. Eventually pausing next to Dyst, he'd sniff and stutter, [color=#EBEBE4]"I-Is he...?" Dead? Gone? Captured? Any of those would fit, and all of them equally terrified the little Mender. Silentkit was such a good kid, and Nurse really liked him. He felt sorry for him, even. Such a poor, innocent little thing...[color=#EBEBE4][color=#EBEBE4]
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    [hr][b][color=white]"Pranking contest!~" Panda would chime in as she stumbled over, a sinister, childish grin plastered across her little beak. Ahh, participating in something like that would be her dream! She could spill guts all over her clanmates, for a purpose~ Not that she really needed an excuse.[color=white][color=white]
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    [hr][b][color=white]"Ooh~" While others may have seemed proper and orderly, Panda was most certainly not.


    The little ebony feathered and furred griffin stumbled forwards, her yellow gaze glittering with mischief. Yep, putting glitter glue in this guy's pelt would be so funny! It was so long... he was a magnificent beast alright. Giggling childishly, the dark creature would pause a few feet away from the joiner, her gaze focused on him like a hawk. Nearly unblinking, and staring. She'd continue to giggle as she took a few slow steps forward, muttering a greeting, [color=white]"Pandorasbox~ It's a delight to meet you, sir..."[color=white]
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    [hr][b][color=white][color=white]"Pandorasbox, it's a delight~" A giggling voice would suddenly chime. The voice revealed the location of the child; she was currently sitting in a tree. The young griffin was learning how to climb and glide from tree to tree. It'd never be to early to start flying, she thought.


    Continuing with a sinister grin, Panda would remain sitting on a thick branch as she snickered, [color=white]"Panda, the tree queen~"
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    6 months old | Carries around leather bag filled with herbs/medicine | Severe abandonment issues
    [hr][color=#EBEBE4]"H-Hey Brokenpaw..." Nurse would mutter upon spotting the... rather frail looking female. Was something wrong with her? Had she been getting enough to eat? Nurserypaw was going out to explore himself, but if something was wrong with Brokenpaw... he'd try his best to help her.


    Falling into step beside her, he asked gently, [color=#EBEBE4]"U-Um... h-have you eat-eaten?" He was particularly nervous about asking such a question, since he expected a retort like 'of course I have, idiot. Leave me alone', and that would hurt.[color=#EBEBE4]
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    6 months old | Carries around leather bag filled with herbs/medicine | Severe abandonment issues
    [hr]Nurserypaw was confused.


    Feliks said that the Exiles had done some pretty bad things to Blizzardclan... things like rape, but was that true? He supposed that it wouldn't surprise him, since his fellow Exliers were pretty brutal. That's just how things were. But... still... it didn't sit right with him.


    Did that mean that he was going to be a bad Exlier? Would his family and friends turn on him because the sight of blood made him concerned, not happy? When he saw someone injured, even an enemy, there was the tiniest part of him that wanted to help them and heal him. That's what he was; a healer. Not a fighter, a healer.


    The Mender's Assistant could be found pacing worriedly, mumbling to himself, just outside the entrance to the caves; his face expressing both worry and fear. He... he didn't want to be exiled, and he didn't want his family to go away. The thought terrified him, and soon he began to bite his lip; little tears forming in his eyes.


    If they were going to exile him because he didn't shriek with joy at the sight of blood (Nurse was acting quite paranoid, if he was able to think clearly, he'd understand how ridiculous he was being); they'd have to drag him away from here kicking and screaming.[color=#EBEBE4][color=#EBEBE4][color=#EBEBE4]
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    [hr]Noted <3
    I hope moving goes smoothly for you![b][color=white]
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    [hr][b][color=white]"Up here mister stranger~" A quiet, eerie giggle could be heard as Panda revealed herself. The little ebony griffin had been hiding in a short, windblown tree near the border. She liked to do this so that she could spy on strangers, to make sure they didn't do any funny business to the border.


    After speaking, Panda hopped down to the ground, which wasn't too hard since the 'tree' (more like a tall shrub) was quite short. Padding towards the stranger, she'd stare at him intensely as she giggled again; smiling like a mischievous child, [color=white]"Name and business kitty?"[color=white]
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    [hr]Aww, Aima was so good at flying! The poor little griffin could only glide (if you could call it that) at her young age. Pouting, Panda would stumble over, mumbling, [b][color=white]"Lucky..." before forcing a smile and a sort of happy, still childish, giggle, [color=white]"Flying like that looks so fuun!~" She'd have to watch Aima carefully now to see if she could pick up on any tricks for flying.[color=white]
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: white; width: 440px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; word-spacing: -1px; line-height: 15px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: #D3D3D3; width: 440px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; word-spacing: -1px; line-height: 15px; margin-top: -9px;]I think Ponyboy is Nurse's half-uncle(?), so maybe they could have an interaction thread? Rick is his grandpa.
    Nurse is pretty easy to get along with, as long as he's not yelled at, so they could probably be good friends c: