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*Gitan* · 05-17-2014, 10:38 PM

Gitan

Green orbs turned towards an approaching stranger, and he watched with curiosity as the older male walked towards him. There was something vaguely familiar about the male but at such a distance it was near impossible to pick it out. It was only as the man grew closer that the familiarity came into clarity. The unknown male had those unmistakable mis-matched eyes, something Gitan had taken as a hallmark of the Destruction family. Gitan was intrigued to say the least but he didn?t say anything. The stranger offered a greeting and Gitan allowed a friendly smile and giving a nod as he broke his silence.
"A good morning indeed." He had to be sure of his suspicions, though he knew that there was only a slim chance he was wrong, still he wasn?t about to ask outright. "I don?t believe we?ve ever met, I am Gitan Gringoire. " He would offer his name with the usual inclination of the head and flourish of his paw, spraying up some water as he did so.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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