seasons die off one by one -- open, joining

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    How long had it been? Quite a while. Yes, a while since Touka had even considered joining a clan. But she had nowhere else to go, and the days were getting more and more dangerous. Really, it seemed the only way to survive out in the wild with the humans invading the terrain was with strength in numbers. And that was just what the silver fox didn't have. Honestly she could care less. She hated crowds and hated getting too close to anyone. She was a monster after all, so why would they want her?


    Thankfully, she could lie. And she could tell the untruth pretty well. She could pretend to be one of them, at least for a little while. Approaching the borders of this 'BreezeClan', which she had chosen of no particular goal or idea in mind, Touka waited for a patrol. Apparently it was rude to trespass to these clanners. She knew that well simply because her old peaceful group would only get aggressive when it came to that, or self defense of course.


    BreezeClan seemed far from being too peaceful though, which would be good. The ghoul could not bear to see those she cared about destroyed right in front of her simply from being too 'nice'. It was a tradeoff it seemed. Peace for strength. That was an exchange she would make, since peace never lasted. "Touka Kirishima, looking to join," the silver fox said formally in her hard-edged and deeper tone. Her violet eyes were as cold as ever, shooting daggers in every direction she glanced. Right now, they were focused straight on the horizon, narrowed and ready.

    "Welcome, auto-acceptance policy. Would you like a tour?" she asked as she approached the new Breezeclanner, she looked dangerous, or well less than friendly, but that is just what happens when you live the life of a loner, or loose someone close to you. But she was living proof that that could be avoided.

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    and it had been a while since ayato had seen this one around, too, and she was stull carying around that weak birth body of hers. the tiger scoffed as he came over, a frown etched over his features as he glared at her. " what are you doing here ? " the ghoul asked, tipping his head to one side. he was in charge here, and he wanted her to leave. but there was an auto-acceptance policy here, and he couldn't go against that, could he ? she seemed to everyone else like a normal person to everyone else, and what could he do about it if he held a personal grudge ? kick her out, maybe. maybe.

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    "Ayato..." Touka murmured, eyeing the tiger coldly. He wasn't in his original body anymore, but with his voice and his eyes there was no mistaking it. To answer his question- well the answer was already obvious. But maybe she could mess with him just a bit if he persisted. "Isn't it obvious? I should ask the same of you," the canine replied in a haughty and similar manner as Ayato. It could be easy to see by anyone that they were related.


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    “you guys old lovers or something?” Ama asked coming out of the shadows. It really did seem like they hated each other for that reason. She might as well ask because she would have to make fun of them for that. That was if she could even come up with a joke.


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