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    The brown cat's eyes focused on the building in front of her. It was like nothing she had seen before - a beautiful sight of windows and towers, even if it was old. Castles usually have that sort of charm, or so she's heard. "Hello? Anyone?" Maristela became more and more curious about who might inhabit here. "I'd like to speak with someone, if that is possible," her soft voice called out.
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    Hunger was lethal. In Raph's case, it was prominently veracious that he had an obligate duty to himself and his clanmates to curb his appetite. For the kelpie was a predator known to slink in the shadows of the oceans, devouring anything that dared to get close enough. It had been hard, stepping onto dry land and barring primordial instinct, and still was. But he was getting better at reading the signs, at knowing his limits, at keeping his distance and masking his flesh-lust with sardonic curses.



    Fortunate was the female before the looming castle for Raph had recently ingested a fawn. However, the equine was not in the most presentable of forms, fresh blood smearing his chalky snout. Unreadable inky irises settled on the back of the unknown feline, his hooves announcing his presence as they clopped steadily on the cobbles. Stopping a tail length, or two, away, the stallion tilted his head. "How d'you get over the border? Pretty fucking commendable, lass." Both brows raised at this, emphasising the approval that had struck the kelpie's thoughts. "M'Raph. What d'you wanna know?"


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  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify][size=9pt] Hm. Most joiners were a bit quieter than this one, if not silent altogether - they tended to cling to the borders and wait to be attended to, rather than risk facing danger by entering the territory. He wasn't sure if that meant he should feel challenged by her confidence, or curious.
    "Yes?" Even if he held he doubts about her intentions Cavalrychoirs wasn't readily aggressive. There was no need to accuse her of trespassing when she hardly seemed aware she was doing it, and if she had the intention to join - as he'd assumed upon seeing her - carrying an imposing stance would only scare her off. "What do you need?"


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    Truth be told, Mari wasn't very thoughtful or careful, so she had a habit of entering places that were off-limits and sneaking around. "Well, I was just... having a walk, y'know. It's very good to do so!" Never once did the stone wall make her think that perhaps it'd best be to wait outside. This was a thing the cat should have improved on by now. "I was thinking of joining you, if that is acceptable. This is such a wonderful place! Oh, and sorry if I've wandered in somewhere where I shouldn't have," she was guessing that by the question about the border. Often in the past others saw Maristela a bit odd with her speech and habits, but perhaps these two wouldn't.
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    Joiners galore yet, he had yet to see any outside of their having joined. He supposed it was a keen thing, to have creatures interested in Eden once more. It would certainly settle well with a thoroughly put-out Alfred, seeming to have put his everything in lifting the decrepit castle back onto its foundations. "No worries, lass. You weren't exactly doing any harm by trespassing." Chuckling lightly at the female, so polite and dainty in her words, Raph decided he would have to steer well clear of being isolated with her. The innocence would be too easy to lull in and grasp around the neck, both literally and figuratively.


    Looking up at the castle now, admiring the stonework adorning its walls, the kelpie supposed it truly was that marvelous. It certainly struck him, a born aquatic that had only bore witness to sunken shipwrecks in his whole life prior. "Joining is no issue, little miss. Welcome to Eden; what do we call ye'?" The prompt for her name had been there, with the introduction of his own. However, understandably, it was easy to have forgotten when met with two looming and not exactly harmless figures.


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    "Oh, what a relief! I'm glad to hear that," Mari chuckled quietly. It was only now that she was beginning to study the pair welcoming her and realized that Ralph's appearance was a little eerie, and despite her long brown coat it was beginning to get a little chilly. After a little pause in her speech, "I'm Maristela, by the way," the bobtail added, her gaze focusing on something in the scenery than clearly staring at the kelpie. Blood and gore weren't an easy task to deal with.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify][size=9pt] He wasn't particularly stricken by her use of language - his own vernacular wasn't too far off. Having grown up using two unrelated foreign languages and not learning English until his early adulthood, not only did he lack understanding in some common phrases but his traditional family had instilled him a formal style of speech as well. If anything, her overall sense of politeness came as a relief (anything to combat the relentless screaming of Ikari, of course, was readily welcomed).
    "Maristela? A lovely name," he comments with a smile, nodding along to Raphael's words. He was assured, now, that there was no ill-intent in her motives, and as they continued along in their conversation he seemed to visibly relax by the word. "Cavalrychoirs Bonaparte, it's a pleasure to meet you. Will you be needing a tour, or anything of the like?"


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    "Thank you," she lightly chuckled, "And a tour would be very nice! I like knowing the area where I am, getting lost is not something on my to-do list.'' The she-cat was determined to know the layout perfectly, to find every little nook and cranny was her goal.




    //oops this essay is taking up all of my okay-writing skills
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