COME WITH ME NOW (joining)

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    ELLY!

    [hr][hr]Existence was strange. Life was strange. The Irish wolfhound sighed underneath its mask. The mask that it felt kept it safe. It was a gas mask really, not dissimilar from the ones humans wore. Or did wear, at least, since you didn't see many preparing for toxic air nowadays. Shaking its head, it carried on. It needed safety. There was a place ahead, as there were everywhere, but this one happened to be closer. That was the only thing it knew; that it was close.
    It needed to find itself. It needed identity. It couldn't even tell what it was anymore, wolfhound, it knew. But that was all it could pull. Biological gender it could easily have someone else tell it, because it was unsure. Female perhaps? Maybe it needed to start calling itself a she, instead of it. Agreeing upon the thought, the canine nodded. Good, it was a she now. Now another matter had to be addressed; how did she speak? Another question she had to keep shoving back was what was her name? Elly. The thought came alarmingly fast. Elly, that had been what they called her. The memory made her eyes tear up and her throat develope a lump.
    Swallowing hard, the canine blinked. She had to go on, survive. You couldn't do that if you let your emotions take hold. Shaking it off, Elly continued on. It was quite beautiful here, though she wouldn't admit it. Finally making her way to the border, the dog would look at her fading burns on her paws and legs. That was a story for a different time, a memory to remember later. Giving a huff, the creature would wait for confrontation.


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    [align=center]Alistair was too tired to do anything other than note the strange mask, and did not question it. "Name and business, please?" He asked the taller hound with a slight sigh. This might be a joiner... pick it up a bit, will ya'? He told himself, and quickly shook his head to reawaken himself. "Sorry... go on,"

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    info + [abbr=telepathy, conjuration, soundwave and molecule manpulation]powers[/abbr] + bodies

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#B09CDB; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 380px; height: auto; margin-right: -15px;][justify][size=9pt]This one was...curious. A piece of work in Orchid's mind. She stopped beside Alistair, cocking her head.
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    ELLY!

    [hr][hr]Breathing in deeply, the hound would cock her head to the side. She hadn't practiced language in quite a long while, and searched for the words. This one spoke English, so she would answer in English. That was how conversations went she believed. "Elly wants to join?" She stated in a rather raspy tone. She believed she wanted to join at least. If it would help the chances of survival she would do nearly anything. Perhaps that was how she forgot all the information about herself; it simply wasn't important to survival.

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    info + [abbr=telepathy, conjuration, soundwave and molecule manpulation]powers[/abbr] + bodies

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    ELLY!

    [hr][hr]"Orchid." The dog rolled the word over her tongue. She believed that was a flower of some sort. Giving a small nod, the Hound would let it's poison green optics slide over the horizon and surroundings. Not that anyone could see her eyes as of now anyways, them being blocked by lenses. Elly supposed she could roam around now, do what she pleased here. It was her home for now, or as she liked to see it, her safe house. Turning to the red retriever, she couldn't help but stand stiff. "You?" She asked, simply wanting an introduction and name.

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    It was the sound of voices that the lynx first became aware of. Instinctively, he'd change his path to join them in welcoming the new joiner. Nothing new by him, considering that he'd been to quite a few of these. Nonetheless, he enjoyed welcoming newcomers.


    It was the appearance of their newest packmate that caught him off guard. His brow arched but, not wanting to be rude, he forced it back down before he slowed to a halt near the others. The question of what exactly they had on their head, however, was one that lingered stubbornly in his mind. "I'm Bramwell," he said. "Welcome to The Nox."
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    why are you singing me love songs.
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    What good is a love song,
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    [align=center] without the love?!
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    A joiner. Seeing as there would be more time to meet the newcomer later, the ever elegant and svelte demoness merely watched the strange canine.


    She came upon question after another, but there would be no real answers till she spoke to the masked anomaly.



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    — NOVAMOON
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    ELLY!

    [hr][hr]"Bramwell." She was getting the hang of this now. It almost gave her the feeling of giddiness, the closet she had been to feeling joy in a long time. Taking note of what Bramwell looked like, her gaze would travel to the other. "Who?" She asked, tilting her head. Elly wanted to learn, learn of all these people. They seemed interesting enough, and after all were in her group. The Nox it was. It sounded like quite the intriguing term. One that brought back the memory of Candace. She couldn't recall if she'd used terms that were intriguing like that, but she assumed so.

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    [align=center]The Zeta gave a tired smile. "Alistair. Welcome." He said, deciding that the female's English probably wasn't the best. Well, definitely not the best. But this wasn't that unusual to him any more. She wasn't the only in the pack still learning English, and there had been and are a couple whose first language wasn't and aren't English. "Well, lass, would you like a tour when you are done meeting people?" He asked, giving a slight tilt of his head.

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    [hr][hr]"Ja bitte, yes Alistair." She answered. A bit of German there, but there was English too. German and a bit of Irish was what she knew and regularly spoke, so English was not her practiced language. The canine could understand it pretty well, just simply could not speak it well. Elly liked this dog, he seemed nice as well as spoke differently. Then again, she would probably sound strange if her mask didn't muffle all her words. Maybe she could take it off one day, as soon as she was sure of safety.

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