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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 4:50 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 4:53 pm
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Senga wasn't one for crowds.
Ones with more than four people he usually tried to actively avoid. So why he was here was rather questionable. In fact, the entire situation was extremely questionable. The horseman had landed silently near to Jay, folding his wings neatly and listening to the hollow rattle of his skulls. He didn't bother to ask questions; in situations like these, he'd found that most everyone else usually got around to the most important ones if he just waited long enough. Lazy? Maybe. Helpful in keeping away from awkward encounters? Of course. The executioner frowned at the mention of a "Mr. Fluffy", leaning forward to catch the words more clearly.
He'd heard of stupid names before; some of the younger horseman from War used to claim titles for their procured creatures of the jungle, showing him frogs and tortoises and tarantula's all with ridiculous names. But really, a head priestess calling something "Fluffy"? Senga frowned, trying desperately to keep serious beneath his hood. Straightening up at the request, Senga blinked. He didn't much care for great compensation, but it was a job, wasn't it? The Weeping Forest could only be so interesting for so long, and after all, it was sort of like tracking, and he hadn't done that in so long. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
Of course... there was still the question of just what Mr. Fluffy was. Sighing, Senga extended a wingtip and gently tapped Jay's shoulder. For all her jibberjabber, maybe she'd be helpful. And... well, she was a... friend. Thing. Maybe.
Not that he would ever admit that one out loud.
"Do you want to go together?"
He didn't wait for her answer before extending his wings and backpedaling into the air. If she wanted to come, she would.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 4:56 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:04 pm
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 7:02 pm
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 3:05 am
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:01 am
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 1:04 pm
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 9:57 pm
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Kiwi was busy making his daily rounds through the Clan. One of his foremost tasks on Famine was guard patrol, and in keeping with Clan tradition, he had taken to patrolling the Lost Clans daily. He was just skirting his way past the center of the reserve, when a commotion at the leader's tent caught his eye. Silently and curiously, the horseman slipped over.
An empty pen, a rather large empty pen, stood slightly ajar, and entirely surrounded by perplexed horsemen. It seemed almost the entire Clan had gathered. That was peculiar. He had not noticed this pen just yesterday ... had Medea been renovating already?? ...
Snatches and phrases were coming from his fellow clansmen.
"Mr. Fluffy-"
"An alpaca?? ... I've never heard of suc-"
... missing. We need to search Amity ..."
So there were missing alpacas wandering through Amityville?? ... As much as he distrusted the Halloweeners, this seemed to be a matter of urgency among the Clan. Kiwi steeled his jaw. It was time to take down some alpacas, the Famine way - as quickly and efficiently as possible.
He gauged the direction of Amity, and took off, leaping and dashing stealthily through every available shelter along the way.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 11:35 pm
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Out of the way of the pen, behind a tree, one lone figure lingered, arms crossed, watching.
This was completely unnecessary, and yet, at the same time, just mildly intriguing. Whether it was a game worth watching or not, however, depended ultimately on the players, and to some extent, the hostess of said game. As of yet they showed little potential- perhaps things would change.
Chuckling softly, the figure turned, and disappeared back into the shadows. There were more pressing matters to attend to.
Like tea parties.
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