( IT'S GENETIC BABY | open, joining )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]He had been alone for some time now, having lost his master a few days back and spent the majority of his time wandering and contemplating where the man was, if he was ok, if he'd ever see him again. He had been lost and alone without the firm yet gentle hand of his owner, simply wandering aimlessly with an empty stomach and an anxious gaze... He could only anticipate once more crossing paths with the man whom had raised him... His heart ached so desperately for the friendly face he missed so much and now seemed to only exist in his memories. Where had he gone? Where was master? Such primal inquiries ran through his mind and only a higher and more intelligent being would grasp that by now there was no hope of a reunion, it was over and that was that. Having been abandoned due to difficulties the man, whom hadn't had the heart to give his dog away or have him put down so had of course almost cruelly abandoned him in hopes of him finding a new life, Bailey had simply walked, not knowing what else to do and simply taking pleasure in the small things, such as a butterfly or a ladybird or a pretty looking flower.

The bandana wearing golden retriever was growing weary and tired, though the loyal two year old ex-pet was determined to struggle on; his tongue lolled and a still-content smile was on his face all the way through, optimism brewing in his empty stomach just as his hunger was beginning to reach its peak, gnawing away at his insides uncomfortably. Nonetheless his grin remained, even as slowly the scents began to change. It began slowly as he neared the border, gradual and hard to notice as a faint smell of urine tinged the air; then rapidly and suddenly as a paw hit the line between the loner lands and DarkClan, and he blinked suddenly, freezing in his place. He recognised this scent, it was... Animal? Primal, definitely. The dog lowered his head and inhaled, the smell shooting through his sinuses and confirming his suspicion. His lips spread into a goofy grin, widening with excitement as his tail wagged furiously. Perhaps he could stay here. Perhaps here was filled with hospitality just awaiting his arrival!

"Hello?" Bailey woofed, a happy whine emitting from his maw as he looked about naively; he saw nobody about however, and for a moment his hopes faltered. "Is anybody there?"

( mobile and tired )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]bump, actually made open now

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]The power with which this male spoke attracted Bailey's attention with ease and though they spoke in the same tongue the authority that pulsed in Lancelot's words commanded respect and obedience almost immediately; a small sliver of memory returned to the forefront of his mind of when he was but a mere wormling in the world, a puppy trained with only a cold voice to meet his ears and demand only the highest of effort from his youthful body. Such times were still looked upon fondly by the dog as they had made him into what could he seen as a loyal pet, even if now he was alone, cold and hungry. Somebody used to getting at least two solid meals a day was not expected to instantaneously adapt, though somebody used to obeying orders would be expected to fall back into that neediness at the slightest and unknown offer of a master. When Lancelot approached him, Bailey dropped into a crouch, making himself small and obedient and willing to obey, almost expecting the DarkClan lord to tell him to sit, roll over or something of the likes.

"Yes, sir, yes, master." he woofed in an eager to please tone, tail thumping the earth as he fixed his deep chocolate eyes, friendly and warm, upon the stoic individual before him. "I am Bailey; I will, uh, join you." given the chance to join a home already, without any tests? This Lancelot was surely a god - just as his human master had been a divine being to Bailey, now the African Wild Dog had taken his place. The golden retriever took a few tentative shuffles closer then, tongue lolling with an even fiercer intensity as he gazed with adoration upon his apparent new leader. "Would you like me to do anything?" he had always barked this at his human owner and received orders and treats if only because it had eventually been recognised as an 'I want to please you' noise. Now though, in a world where he was completely understandable, there would be no trail and error. Lancelot would surely understand his every word, just as Bailey understood his.

( rushed, sorry if it makes no sense and is just rambling )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]Bailey glanced about as a small crowd began to form about him but ultimately returned his attention to Lancelot seeing as the others did the same, and he released a low whine, patiently awaiting the leader's reply; when it did come, the golden retriever wagged his tail a little, glad he hadn't been overlooked even if technically he was meant to be viewed as the centre of attention in this here joining, something he still didn't quite understand. The most basic piece of information this male could grasp and process was that he was now under Lancelot's service, and under Lancelot's service would he stay. "Yes, Lord Lancelot, of course." a sudden woof in response to the order - so the title of master, commonly used in the human world, was out of order? Bailey took this information and recorded it in his mind for further use, before half-straightening and bowing his head slightly to the African Wild Dog with a grin and a happy few pants. "Thank you, Lord!" so now DarkClan - or rather, the leader - had a puppy, it appeared, and a hopelessly devoted and grovelling one at that. The ex-pet looked to Evermore as she was directed towards.

"A tour? If Lord Lancelot wants me to go on a tour with you, I'll go!" if this was a leader, then a leader was to be obeyed, yes? That was the laws of a pet, that was how they were meant to behave and whether that was acceptable or not in a clan was unknown. However, it would not change Bailey in the slightest and he half-pricked his naturally floppy ears, head tilting in curiosity. He could feel eyes on him and his tail wagged with a more furious intensity, paws shuffling.