HELP OUR SOULS — joining [o]

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Dean was here to make a good impression. He didn't say - well, think - those words often, because to be honest, he normally didn't give a rat's ass about what other people thought about him. But this time, he placed himself a careful foot or so away from the clan's borders, quietly tapping a paw as he waited for someone to approach him. This wasn't like him at all. But he was joining this clan - something he hadn't considered, not even before Sammy had died. But giving up hunting had been his choice, and now he was here, ready to lead a normal clan life.


    That word sent a shiver down his spine. Normal. He would try his best, but he wasn't sure if he could really do it - not without his brother, who had been the one to want this in the first place. The young man gave a sigh, lifting his head, a small frown painted across his face. "Hello?" he called, voice as gruff as usual.


    [ This takes place a day or so before Sam's joining c; ]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=arial]Well, Lirim could share those thoughts about being normal easily. They weren't exactly something normal. Being the embodiment and harbinger of the void and basically being an infinite and all knowing power that could control many events in the universe didn't exactly fall under that category. But they tried - hell, they'd came down here to earth didn't they? That was the first step to trying, and they hoped that the rest would just fall into place. It didn't, of course, but they couldn't really do anything about it because they didn't really like interfering with time and space unless it was really mandatory. Even time had control over them, despite what they were.


    So that sort of put them into a more normal category. But Dean was by far more normal than Lirim could ever be. Even their appearance wasn't normal. Cue a heavily mutated wolf emerging from the undergrowth, staring at the stranger with inky black, soulless eyes. "Mm? Yes? What can I help you with?" they purred out, though their voice was strangely monotonous.


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    The female felt a bit uncomfortable from being so small compared to those present. It normally didn't bother her, but the occasional sense of uneasiness wasn't unusual. With a quicker brow, Ryo hopped over, her single eye gazing up at Dean with a look of suspicion. She seated herself behind Lirim, and as the needed questions had already been stated, she remained silent.
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    "Hello," Spectre would say, watching the German shepherd. There weren't many reasons why he would be here - visiting from a clan, joining, maybe seeking refuge. She couldn't really smell anything that reminded her of a clan, so possibly joining? They'd see, wouldn't they? The kitsune settled herself next to Ryo, waiting for an answer to Lirim's question.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Woah. Dean actually had to step back to look up at this guy, which was a strange feeling considering most of the people he met were domestic cats. The only one that had ever made him feel small was his brother, Sammy, who was a Goliath of a German shepherd. And the eyes... in his experience, soulless black eyes were never a good sign. But there was no hostility yet, so he would hold back and not mention it. For now. The male blinked, sucking in a breath. He offered a tight smile. "Right. Hi," he began, yawning. "Dean Winchester. Joining, I.. guess. I can do that, right?" He'd never actually been in a clan, only visited, so this was all a new experience.


    He nodded to the other two that approached, flashing the kitsune a charming grin. "Hi." Hey, she was nice-looking. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. He tugged at the pendant hanging around his neck, waiting for a response.
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    "Sure, you can join. Welcome to ColouredClan, Dean. I'm Spectre," the female would reply, smiling in return to the canine. So, he didn't know about the auto-acceptance thing... maybe he hadn't been born in a clan. He seemed uncomfortable, a little, to her, at least. Well... sort of. The grin he was giving her right now didn't strike her as uncomfortable, but his words before it had seemed so.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]It didn't seem that Dean was accustomed to clan life, but that was alright - neither had Night, when he had first joined. The serval drew to a halt by Spectre, and offered the joining male a brisk dip of his head. "Yep, welcome to the clan." If Dean had been looking to make a good impression, then one could say that Night didn't see him to seem too bad of a guy, upon first glance. "I'm Nighttales Xerses, and it's nice to meet you. Do you need anything; a tour, or directions, perhaps?"

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    Blackpaw looked towards the joiner as his leader came forward. Ohhh, he was a big guy.... "Uh, hi there!" He chuckled a bit awkwardly.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid palegreen; border-right: 1px solid palegreen;][justify]Oh! Oh! A dog! Side loved dogs because they were fluffy and fluffy was great and.. He didn't seem that fluffy, but.. Still.. Okay. Drawing up to a halt beside Blackpaw the girl would fall into a seat and wrap her bushy tail over her paws. The pastel green fox would tilt her head slightly in curiousity, grinning brightly at the sight of a joiner. Dean. She could remember that. "Hey! Hi! I'm Sidewalkpaw. I'm pretty cool, in case you were wondering. But like.. Mostly everyone is so - Anyway, welcome to the fam."
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