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Post by Francisco on Jan 25, 2014 1:49:21 GMT
 The young male had decided after speaking to Achilles, the demon now currently residing in him, that he was going to leave the divine syndicates. Francisco found it hard, especially since he had lived here his whole life and knew little of what was outside their borders. Well, he couldn't really say 'their' anymore. By tomorrow morning, he was just another loner. Francisco was a bit scared, knowing that he would be alone now tha- "You won't be alone Francisco."
A thought came out and it spoke in the voice of Achilles, a Orilath that now possessed Francisco's body. Francisco slightly panic when he heard Achilles , meowing out, "H-how is it possible for you to speak to me?! It's really creepy!" Achilles said, "It's just the same conditions when we possess a dead body, I could still possess you but I chose not to-" he then choose to change the tone of his voice as he said, "Yet."
Francisco wanted to question him about that, even if he knew what intent he had, when a figure was slowing coming towards him. He was in the wide open though, so he couldn't really escape what was coming to him. He was going to inform his leader, that he was going to leave, and possibly never come back again. EVER. The thought that this may be his last sight of the park, in the white beauty that was snow, just dampen his spirits more. The wind was blazing though, so he couldn't really see who was coming towards him, but if he had a guess, it would be just the person he was looking for.
Table (c) Becka
Header (c) Becka
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Lifeless Eyes
Divine Syndicate 
The Potato Sloth has visited you recently.....
Posts: 70 
OOC name: Waffles
Species: Eagle
Rank: Leader
Mate: N/A
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Post by Lifeless Eyes on Jan 25, 2014 19:01:19 GMT
Spratz had been curious as of who was standing in the midst of the field. He was sure he hadn't met them before, but it wouldn't hurt to try speaking to them. Besides, the fact that he hadn't spoken to much of anyone in the past week or so bothered him so.
Approaching them on foot was rather off for him, but coming in at somebody fast wasn't really the brightest thing to do.
He was only a few feet away now, and continued until he was about two feet away. Strangers don't just bust up to a being, do they?
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Post by Francisco on Jan 28, 2014 22:30:10 GMT
He saw the form come into contact with him and saw it was an eagle. He was equipped with a red collar around his neck, and dog tags too. He had only seen the leader a few times, mainly because the community wasn't as close as it was before in the past. Ever since the last leader disappeared, things have been slowly going down the drain for the divine syndicates.
And it seems they weren't going go for the fellow in front of him either. He wasn't born in the divine syndicates, and that wasn't the problem. A lot of animals weren't born in the clan. What made many of them mad was that after his father was made leader, he appointed him as his second in command even when he was only part of the group for just months. Many animals deemed him unworthy of his leadership role, and when he came back and announced that the divines were going to war with them and the syndicates, it caused a bigger rift in the group.
Francisco shook those thoughts away. His father was the last leader, he appointed Spratz as his second in command, therefore he should trust this guy the politics of it. Francisco bowed his head, as the youth of the group should to there higher ups, and meowed out, "Greetings leader."
Table (c) Becka
Header (c) Becka
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Lifeless Eyes
Divine Syndicate
The Potato Sloth has visited you recently.....
Posts: 70
OOC name: Waffles
Species: Eagle
Rank: Leader
Mate: N/A
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Post by Lifeless Eyes on Jan 29, 2014 17:56:50 GMT
Spratz knew only little of who Francisco was, but smiled at the feline. He wasn't one for being that one creature that was bowed to. In fact, he preferred being spoken to without the special treatment despite his rank.
"Where's the special event?"
Spratz was referring to the feline's posture. He knew that it was almost considered tradition, but they weren't anywhere special. It was a measly field.
((Sorry for the rather bad reply. My creativity is lacking today. ene ))
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