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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]Man, he was tired. How long had he been traveling now? He lost track. It could've been anywhere from an hour to a few weeks. His memory wasn't exactly the greatest. But no, it couldn't have been an hour. You don't just go from being healthy and actually having memories to being half dead and an amnesiac in one hour. Well actually, you could. But not exactly in his case. The skinny kitsune slowly walked along the beach, hardly lifting his paws with each step. It was more like he was just dragging himself along the shore.


    What was his name? He had to have a name, of course. Everyone had to have a name. But what the hell was his? It started with an N, that much he knew. Oh, right. He was literally named after a month. November. 'Who the hell names their kid after a month?' The brown vulpine creature thought, staggering in his movements before losing his balance completely and collapsing in the sand. The male was so thirsty and so hungry. One could even see the ribs under his pelt.


    November had no clue where he was. He either didn't notice the scent marker or care enough to give any thought as to what it might be. The nine-tailed creature had much bigger things to worry about than to be polite and wait at the border. With dehydration and hunger draining his energy, he couldn't give a damn about etiquette. If there was someone here, maybe they'd actually help him. Or finish him off, whatever floats their boat. "Uh, he--" The canine began to mutter before trailing off. Was he going to call for help or give anyone that might be around a simple 'hello'? He wasn't even sure what he was going to say.

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    [size=30pt][shadow=black,left]↳ DEAN


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    [align=center]#Lightsymadethis
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    [color=maroon]Yep. Hi.     Was this guy okay? Jesus Christ. [color=maroon]Name and business.     Nooo reason for Dean to actually ask if this guy was okay, cause Dean just didn't bother
    god dammit dean + god dammit muse

    [align=center] JAMES BUCHANAN "BUCKY" BARNES [abbr=13 MOONS, NO KILL & CAPTURE ONLY WITH PERMISSION][/abbr]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=10] Mimicking Dean's thoughts, Barnes didn't think this guy was looking so great. Though, seeming as his clan-mate had already questioned the male, the shepard-mix sat back and let his own hazel gaze drift over the male. He had heard the beginning of the newcomer's voice, though he hadn't been sure wether this guy was going to ask for help... or say hello.


    Really, the only thing he could do was await the reply. He wasn't worried with the fact that he had gone over the border. For there was no scent of their enemies clinging onto the coat of the unknown male. And, if there was he was disguising it pretty well. So, in the end the Silverblood figured he was simply a joiner. No worry there... because so far he hadn't been attacked by a newcomer. Hah.


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    Venus had materialized next to Bucky, a worried grimace crossing over her expression as she glanced down at the nine-tailed creature. Was it a fox? A dog? A cat? It looked like a cat-fox with eight extra tails – why an animal needed so many appendages? Vee had no clue. I bet his balance is exceptional, she silently mused to herself with a small grin tugging at her lips. No, this was not the time for jokes, this guy was seriously in trouble. "I'm not sure he even has the energy to answer your question, Dean," the dappled wildcat replied, glancing at the male out of the corner of her eye. "I'm going to get him some food and water," the divine stated abruptly, teleporting off to find said items.


    Returning to the scene a few moments later, the lynx had not teleported, but instead had walked back. In her jaws, clasped gently, was a soaking mossball. There was a hollowed out bowl atop her head, and a rabbit flung across her back. Vee shook the bowl off, turning it upright on the ground, and wrung out the mossball into the bowl, pushing it, and the rabbit, closer to November. He seemed harmless enough, where was the harm in showing him a bit of hospitality?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]The canine's green gaze traveled up to Dean and he raised an invisible brow. 'Do I look okay?' November wanted to say. Did he not care that he was just skin and bones? Maybe he had come to finish him off, like he thought earlier. Well now the thought didn't really sound to appealing to him. The kitsune then looked over at the lynx who spoke, the faintest trace of a smile on his muzzle. Finally, someone who was actually going to help him instead of stand there and ask dumb questions.


    He wasted no time in digging into the rabbit that the femme had brought to him. November didn't really give a damn if he was eating too fast. Starving half to death wasn't exactly fun. After drinking nearly every drop of water and eating every last scrap of meat, the canine shakily sat up, staring at the trio that had come over to him. "Thanks for the meal, deary. And as you asked for my name 'n whatever before," he paused to glance over at Dean "My name is November. And I don't know where the hell I am." The dark brown canine licked remaining blood off his muzzle. These three seemed to know each other, maybe they knew where he was.