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    He hadn't really meant to turn up at Riverclan (plus Knights of Eden). His moist nose just scented people. And where there was people, there was sadness, and there he needed to be. It was as simple as that. He didn't know much about this world. He'd just appeared in it one day. He'd just woken up, sat up, suddenly aware of himself. Of his okapi body. Of his role as the Spirit of Joy. Of his inability to lie. Of his purpose. He knew nothing else about himself, and it didn't matter. He had to remember that.


    He was thinking about himself again. Stop, he told himself. Stop stop stop.


    He was saved from his thought by reaching a fiver. Oh. Could he swim? It seemed a silly question, but he didn't know. He supposed he would find out. Surely it would start shallow. Yes, and if he couldn't swim he would climb back to shore and try find a way around. Carefully, cautiously, he stepped into the water. His legs were swept out below him and he only managed a surprised gasp before his head was forced under the water. His legs moved furiously below him, below the murky river water. His head broke back into the air. He gulped as much of it as he could. He could swim, thank goodness he could swim. His striped legs whirled underneath him as he made his way to the island, where he could smell people.


    He pulled himself up onto the coast. He was exhausted. Hiræth was glad it was no further. The island was quite pretty, actually. Okapis usually lived in forests, he thought. He’d heard that was the case. But now for the people. ”Hello.” The words were cheerful and polite in tone. Surprising, really, from a dripping wet creature. A creature that looked like a cross between a zebra and a horse. [/fancypost]
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    Hey, name and buisness with riverclan? She had never seen this creature before. It kind of scared her to be honest. It looked like a horse and she was terrified of those.

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    [b]"TALKING"

    [i]'THINKING'

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    (woah wtf i love this oc already?? what is this natural phenomenon??)
    "Sh!t-" these where the canines first words as he fell flat on his face, tripping over twisted roots and landing in what he assumed was peat moss. He didn't get up. Dandelion tufts floated through what really felt like a jungle to him. They fluttered above the ground, reflecting light from dawns sunbeams. He rolled onto his back, as if he didn't fall over nearly caving his face in. Cherry red gaze on the sky, and a euphoric sigh leaving his maw. It was pretty, he couldn't deny that. Plus....(He conjured his shades, instead of looking for them. Putting them back on his face and looking into the dim.) the animals here where a lot more interesting. Not as in the clanmates and riverclanners, they didn't really interest him.




    A snake slithered in the undergrowth. Not a poisonous one. He knew his snakes, this one wasn't venomous.




    Y'see, he liked reptiles a lot. Reptiles and bugs and non-sentient things. Things that you could argue where dumber then him. The less advanced. They tended to be less annoying too. Didn't pester him, they could take a hint, and fight or flight was a basic instinct they had that he appreciated. Also, he really liked snakes in particular. F#cking badass. He watched it slither away, interested. It had to at least be as thick as a chair leg. Pretty big for a canine. He perked up, hearing splashing in the distance. Grumbling a few things as he stood up again, forgetting he'd fallen over to begin wi--(He stumbled over another root, falling over.)




    '...F#ck you, mother nature. You're great, I love you, but f#ck you.' Nature enthusiast Cassius Maxwell had just about had his fill of nature. Still, he tried again. Walking more carefully this time. When he was careful, he didn't trip. This much was a guarantee. He picked his way through the undergrowth with ease and diligence, as if he wasn't fumbling around like a fish out of water seconds ago.




    ...Speaking of fish outta' water.




    The canine narrowed his eyes as his paws touched the sandy shore. It wasn't coincidence he showed up on the beach this time. Some sort of equine was pulling itself out of the water. And for a brief second, he pondered whether Raphael would dig this horse dude or something. Raphael was a queer guy, right? Liked swimmin' and eatin' meat even though he was a horse. Said he was a kelpie, but kelpie's obviously where not real. Case closed, Raphael was a horse.




    And this...was a Zorse. Now Zorses he believed in. "Uh...Howdy pardner!" He called from the shore. Not enthusiastically, just loudly. "You swim here?" he said over the roaring waves, lapping over the sandy shore greedily. The idea of swimming all that way brought a pit into his stomach. He wasn't a big fan of water, y'see.




    Also, he was stunned out of asking for name and business. He wasn't a greeting robot, he was some dumb country boy with half a mind to investigate what the hell was going on.




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    Good, he didn't have to wait for long. He would have waited, of course, rather then gone searching. He didn't want anyone to be territorial or scared. Breaking laws wouldn't be a good way to spread happiness. Oh, a cat. The okapi smiled pleasantly. "I don't have a name, actually. I call myself Hiræth." Telling the truth was a pain. Saying the truth hurt people. That didn't make them happy. Yet some reason he was still stuck as unchangeably honest, which meant he couldn't just say his name was Hiræth. If he tried to, nothing would come out, or it would change so it was not a lie. Even a half lie was unexceptable. "I came here to cheer people up, I suppose. I guess I'll join to make that happen. " He didn't say he was the Spirit of Joy. From experience, that turned people off. That made people uncomfortable with him and resistant to his efforts. He began to frown as he noticed the female didn't seem comfortable with him. He quickly fixed that, though. He couldn't look sad. It made others concerned about him. He was supposed to be concerned about them. "Are you alright?"


    He left the question hanging, and turned his cranium to the newcomer. He was a little loud. He obviously didn't like water, as well. Hiræth answered the question truthfully, of course. "Yes, I swam. Or, well, I fell in making my way here and swam. Enough about him, though. That was selfish. [b]"What are your names, then? Or what do you call yourself?" [/b][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=arial]Oh, well, then they were majorly different from each other weren't they? The spirit of happiness versus the void. Someone who couldn't lie versus someone who basically did it every single day not only to others but to themselves as well.


    And truthfully, the other didn't have to worry about Lirim worrying about them. He didn't. If someone wanted to drown then they'd let them, because it wasn't their problem in the first place. Cruel, maybe, but yet again Lirim couldn't really bring himself to care that much. Mortal lives - even if this wasn't actually one - weren't important to them. Spirits weren't either. He had nothing against both, but he also didn't have any significant feelings towards both.


    The sound of speech drew Lirim over, their mutilated body stepping over stones and sticks with creepy grace. Oh, they were ready for the truth if Hiraeth decided to comment. Hell, they had yet to have anyone really point out their strange looks to them in a negative way, so it'd be a nice change of pace if he did. The canine finally settled some distance away from the others, perhaps a few feet away from Cassius, before their gaze finally shifted onto the Okapi. The black, soulless eyes analyzed the other intently yet briefly, and after a while it was like the pressure to their gaze disappeared, though it was hard to tell where Lirim was looking due to the fact that they had no pupils or anything.


    "Cheer people up," they finally stated monotonously, though it sounded more like a judgement that a statement. "I guess this place needs it," they rumbled out, tailtip twitching slightly. "So welcome. Good luck doing that. And try not to drown, will ya?" Lirim muttered, a low, irritated sigh escaping through his parted jaws. "The name's Lirim, if you have to know. Need anything? Food? Water? A towel?"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10][font=georgia]It seemed that, since the merge, a lot of sadness and discontent spread through RiverClan-- and it was disheartening. But then again, it was understandable for the Knights of Eden to be sad. They had disbanded, after all. If RiverClan had done the same, she would feel lost and hopeless-- even though she was a loner for about four and a half years.


    But you couldn't be sad forever. You needed to move on. Warblerwing learned this the hard way in life.


    Approaching the nearly-drowned okapi, and unaware of the stumbling Cassius, the Head Riverguard settled her attention on the weird hoofed creature. Ever since the merge there had been many exotic joiners-- why was that? She was beginning to miss the small cat-dominated era, however, she knew nothing was permanent.


    "It seems as though you missed the bridge." Warblerwing commented in a low, humble voice, not a smile gracing her features. However, she was actually quite amused, despite the fact that she was physically incapable of showing it. Well, if she could, she would be smiling right now. "Welcome. I am Warblerwing."


    She quivered just then, pursing her lips together as she tried to hold in-- never mind. The tortoiseshell whipped her head to the side and let out a series of loud, uncontrollable coughs. She was not highly contagious, she only had a cold, but she thought she was feeling better.... the cat was wrong. she was beginning to feel the effects of a short term illness again.

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    At the soft tread of approaching footsteps, Hiræth's ears swivelled, followed by his head. He had a welcoming smile on, of course. When he saw Lirim, his smile didn't falter. It might of - he was surprised. But he was also determined that he was in the right place, that people - like this guy - had need of him. He considered the words, head cocked slightly. "Thank you." He replied. He got the feeling the statement wasn't a truthful one. No, that wasn't a part of being a spirit. It was just emotional intelligence. "You don't sound convinced, though. But it's nice to meet you, Lirim. " That was no lie. An obvious goal was a pleasant re-settling of goals. No more thinking, just doing. "I'll be fine, I think." He couldn't help but wonder what a towel was. But curiosity was no reason to detract from more important things - being friendly with everyone.


    At the sound of yet another approacher, his head rotated once more. This was a cat. There seemed quite a lot of cats in these clans. Perhaps they were pack animals. He didn't know. Her words caused his brow to wrinkle. "I didn't know there was a bridge." He said, meekly. "Sorry." He wasn't sure what she thought of him. Did she like him? Was she receptive? "Hello, Warblerwing. Do you appreciate nicknames? If not, that's fine. If they make you feel uncomfortable, I can remember your whole name." Very diplomatic and personable, that was the way. He felt his shoulders relax, minutely. [/fancypost]
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