Posts by frank.
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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — text "speech."
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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — text "speech."
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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — test est test test "speech."
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using a signature template!
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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — A gentle, thrumming hum seemed to precede the lanky body of a tiger who was slowly approaching the Blizzardclan border. The tune emanating from the feline was slow and lilting- quiet enough to attract only the attention of those who were listening intently. Frank was humming absentmindedly- he had to distract himself as he plodded along his charted course toward his target. He had been pointed in the general direction of Blizzardclan from a stranger a few miles back and had been walking in the direction ever since, stopping every hour or so to rest and brush the twigs off his pelt.
The noise stopped abruptly as Frank noticed a strong scent that traveled in a line before him. This was, he assumed, the edge of Blizzardclan's territory. The tiger halted and checked over his fur, making sure it was pristine before settling down and curling his tail over his paws. There was nothing else to do but wait- hopefully one of these 'Blizzardclanners' would find him soon. "speech."
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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Frank had noticed Chesspieces before the Blizzardclanner had noticed him, it seemed. He wasn't offended by it- it was an easy mistake, especially considering the fact that Frank's white fur matched the snow surrounding him. The tiger stood as he was addressed, meeting Chesspieces' amber gaze easily. "Hello," he said in response, a charming smile spreading over his maw. "My name's Frank. I was hoping I could join- this is Blizzardclan, right?" Frank's gaze held steady as he spoke, shifting his weight from side to side as he waited for a reply.
"speech."
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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Frank's smile widened as a few more strangers approached him. His gaze, strangely cold despite his warm grin, traveled over the three before him for a brief moment before he nodded in greeting. "Well, it's certainly nice to meet you all. Thank you for the welcome." He assumed this was where they left, or where someone led him farther into the territory- this was the first time he had done something like this, so he wasn't quite sure. "speech."
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just joined with this guy so basically everything save for long-term romance is open!
he's pretty friendly and would love a drinking buddy lol
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yes of course!!
from what i've seen these two seem very similar so they'll probably be certified drinking pals™
want to make a thread or should i?
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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ —Frank soon made his way over, stopping beside London and offering the newcomer a charming grin. "Hey, welcome to Blizzardclan. My name's Frank." He was about to ask for the other's name, but held back after he realized that London had already done so. Instead, the white tiger studied the stranger before him absentmindedly, waiting for a reply. "speech."
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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ —Frank had been walking through the territory absentmindedly, wanting to get to know his new home on his own. The tiger hadn't heard the cracking of the ice, but he certainly noticed the huge geyser of water that spouted up from the lake to his left. Frank looked up with a frown- his view of the lake was obscured by the trees in front of him, but he knew that something was wrong. Geysers usually didn't spring up from lakes, especially not in winter.
He began to trot towards the body of water, reaching the edge of the trees just in time to see Spotteddream land on the permafrost. With a gasp, the tiger began to run forward, skidding a bit as he made his way onto the ice. He neared the ragdoll shortly after Mija, his jaw hanging down in wonder. "Are you alright? How'd you do that?" The male had never come in contact with elemental manipulation before- he had heard about the power, but he always took it with a grain of salt. To him, it seemed like an old witch's tale; not anything to be taken seriously.
Obviously he was wrong, especially considering the fact that Mija seemed to accept the occurrence like it wasn't a big deal. Clearing his throat, Frank closed his maw, inwardly chiding himself for his display of childlike wonder. The feline before him was probably already a bit uncomfortable- there was no reason to pester her even more. "speech."
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frank and mija could be friends/ get to know each other!
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great! i could make a thread for them if you'd like :)
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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Frank was the next to approach, a charming smile spread over his maw. The tiger stopped next to Owen and studied the newcomer for a quick moment, his smile never wavering. If Aleksei had suggested him, the two had probably come in contact with each other in the past- maybe this stranger was on some sort of official business.
Whatever it was, it didn't really matter. The canine before him seemed friendly enough, and Frank was always happy to welcome someone to Blizzardclan. "Hey there, pal. My name's Frank, welcome to Blizzardclan. What's- ah, what's your name? I'm afraid I didn't catch it."
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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ —Frank had been on his way down the staircase when he heard an unfamiliar voice echoing from the bottom of the stairs. Looking up, the tiger noticed the body of a poodle standing on the ground below him, seemingly astounded by the stairway. With a low chuckle, the male began to trot down the staircase, eventually coming into the stranger's line of vision. He wasn't able to fully understand what the poodle was saying, but he heard 'paradise' and what sounded like 'surely'; if Frank was right in his assumptions, the newcomer was saying something like 'Surely this is a dream'.
Of course, one could never be certain- but Frank figured guessing wouldn't do any harm. "This isn't paradise, I'm afraid, but it's pretty close," the tiger replied, making his way down the last couple steps to stand directly in front of Johannes. "In fact, this is Blizzardclan's territory. Are you here to join?" Hopefully he was spot-on with his guess. It would be a bit awkward if he wasn't, and definitely confusing for the poodle in front of him.
Frank sat down, letting a charming smile appear on his face as he waited patiently for a reply from the canine.
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TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Frank had taken to wandering about the territory in his free time. He wanted to get to know his new home- he had only been there for about a week, and there was still a large chunk of the territory to be discovered. Today his walk had taken him to Shimmer Lake, which was frozen over and covered with small mounds of snow. He imagined it was beautiful during summer, but it was equally as beautiful during this time of year; the snow allowed for a unique serenity that wasn't as common during the warmer months.
The tiger settled down near the edge of the lake, lighting a cigarette and gently inhaling before removing it from his maw. He watched as the smoke fogged up the otherwise clear air for a split second before dissipating. Frank was very much at peace- usually he would be humming or shifting his weight from side to side, but today was different. The silence, to him, was almost deafening. To make extra noise seemed a little too disruptive.
The male took another drag and exhaled, relishing in the slight burn in the back of his throat. To him, this was the life- a frozen lake, a cigarette; the scenery was almost perfect. It was a shame that he was so alone.
//bit rushed towards the end, sorry