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The short red haired boy looked over at the girl that they were wecloming into their clan. She was looking off into the dark black sky, her eyes listless and bored.
" Hey...Lady..." The boy said, his low scruffy voice awoke her from her thoughts.
" What do you want..?" Turning her head slowly towards him, her eyes became cold, seething with agitation. " Heeeeeey, no need to be so cranky lady," The boy said holding up his hands in front of himself, as he took a step back, somewhat offended. " I just wanted to see what's eatten ya..but, if you wanna be that way, fine with me." He coughed suddenly and held his sides, his face began to turn red. As he coughed an elderly looking man ( who also looked like he had just finished sleeping in dirt) with a long black beard set onto his chin, and a black eye patch set over his left eye, came hobbling on his wooden foot (not pegleg) over to the coughing boy. " Hey ya Michell, me boy! Try not to choke on that drink yer drinking! Tis a waste of good -" He looked over at the girl next to the red-headed Mich and then began to laugh. " HHAAAAAAAAAARR! " His laugh was loug and bellowed throughout the air as if he had been surrounded by a couple hundred microphones.
"HHAHARRRRR!!" He slapped the boy's back and grinned, showing off his pearly whites. ( which by the way weren't that white, more like a dark yellowish color of corn, and his smile, lets just say it consists of like maybe ...7 or eight teeth altogether..ehhee...) " YA can't be so rude in front of a lass now, can ye Michell?!"
He kept on slapping the boy's back, unaware of the fact that Mich was obviously about to develope severe spinal cord damage. " QUIT IT WILL YOU! YOU NUT JOB!" Michell's eyes turned blood red as he lunged at the weird guy, slapping, punching, kicking, biting, you know..the works.
The girl stared at them, unsure of whether she should laugh her guts out, or just sit there and watch the two weirdos duke it out.

While they Mich and the other man fought, away in a darker corner of the little gathering of the Shadow Clan, sat a well poised man. He snorted disapprovingly.
"HMPH. What fools, they don't know how to act at all."