IT'S TEARING ME APART — JOINING

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14px;]he had never cried so much in his entire life than he had in the past month, mourning the biggest loss he'd ever have, ever. he knew there was no way to stop the mourning, but he wanted to stay strong, for her, and for the past month he'd felt nothing but weak.


    it was his fault that she was gone. he should have been with her, protecting her like he usually did—but instead he'd let her go off on her own to find food, while he searched in the other direction. the one time he wasn't with her, she got hurt. the one time he wasn't there to protect her, and his sister was taken from him mercilessly. she'd still been alive when he got to her, the thick red liquid almost a puddle surrounding her small body, her bright emerald eyes gradually dulling and her breath fading. he vowed to go after the creature who did this to the only light in his life, but as the days went by he grew too tired to even think about revenge, mind clouded by pain and grief.


    his head was low and his pace slow. his limbs shook, his fur the dirtiest it'd ever been, he hadn't eaten for days and the last drink of water he'd had was a day ago. he was tired; too tired to realize he was hungry and thirsty; that his stomach was begging for food and his dry mouth craved water. he just wanted to find somewhere he could be, surrounded by others who'd get his mind off of his sister's sudden death, at least for a little while. he wanted to fall over and sleep for a while, then wake up strong again, for his sister.


    it'd seemed like another day had gone by before, finally, an eerie, large building came into view. everything surrounding it was eerie, screamed 'BEWARE', but he didn't care. he heaved in a breath and huffed as he sat down a ways distance from the building. "hello?" he called out weakly, voice shaking not with fear, but because of malnutrition and lack of sleep. "lux. joining." his tone was tired and nonchalant as he shifted to keep himself from falling over right there on the spot. he gulped back a whine, not wanting to appear too weak.


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    Wolfsbane knows the harshness of death. He had lived it himself- mourning the loss of loved ones, and then himself falling ill to the claws of others (well, other. A very trusted other, on that note.) But he was still alive, and still fighting despite his disdain of living as himself.


    He looked like shit. And for once, Bane wasn't talking about himself. This newcomer looked like shit. With a dirty pelt and hollowed sides, even his voice conveyed the frailness he seemed to display unwillingly. The great tiger felt if he blew in the direction of the feline, he might teeter over and fall.


    And so, spotting the figure from a fair distance, the tiger moved first to the freshkill pile before the domestic feline. With a plump rabbit between his powerful jaws, the predator approached the newcomer at a steady pace. He dropped the kill suddenly when close enough to the male, a certain suddenness to the action that seemed to further the rough edges of Bane.


    "You look like shit." He wasn't one for twisting his thoughts enough before speaking to create a polite air. But his tone was not jabbing or harsh, but plain- as if he were talking about the weather. "If you're going to join, you're going to eat." Wolfsbane couldn't determine already if this male was one who starved himself and refused food, or one who would greatfully receive the prey, but nevertheless, his words stood. He would then conjure a clay bowl full of water for the newcomer, appearing beside the kill.


    He stepped back to allow the other to step forward, in effort to maintain a distance in which he issued to everyone lately. It wasn't that he didn't trust them... he just didn't trust himself. In what exactly, he did not know, but he did know that his body was too tense lately to be touched without him turning with a snarl. Bane decided it smart to build this wall.


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    THREEFOLD

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    [align=right]13 moons - male - feline - no powers-

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    [justify]Seeing as Wolfsbane had basically got it covered, Threefols would hang off to the side just to make sure everything worked out fine.

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