likes her gentlemen not to be gentle // o - joining

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    Stone skin had its uses. Nerron had never really forgotten that, per se, but he was reminded once again when he ran into trouble on the border of the Exiles.


    He didn't know the dog that attacked him. As a rule, up until now, Nerron hadn't made a habit of communing with softskins if it wasn't absolutely necessary. What he could intuit from the moments leading up to their fight and the brawl itself was that the dog was here before he was (likely coming to join just as Nerron intended to) and that he clearly had no idea how to fight a goyl. Nerron hardly had to strain himself, targeting the cur's injured leg and then his fleshy belly. The dog's blood made the black and dappled green hues of his rugged stone pelt slick and it made him feel ill. The creature - who, though his skin was stone, looked servaline in appearance - moved to take the dog's spot on the border.


    "Nerron. Joining." He barked out in a voice like crunching gravel, hearing the rasping tones echo through the brush before he seated himself, tall craggy ears twitching as he spared a few moments to examine himself. The stone grew over him as a skin of jagged, interlocking spines. Onyx and malachite. The mark of a bastard. Onyx-skins typically didn't allow members of their ranks to have anything other than onyx-skin children. Not unless a bastard proved his worth. Nerron made himself sit up a little taller, lifting his chin. Best look presentable for the softskins, he mused dryly, drawing his thoughts away from a well of bitter memories and focusing on his current situation.

    Jammal was the first to approach it seemed. Freshly fallen snow crunched under his foot, which alerted the other of his forthcoming before anything else. Monochrome eyes blinked up at the stoneskin dog, a look of slight surprise before it was forced down. Jammal's expression was forced once again into a blank state as he moved to stand adjacent to the other. Wings tucked tightly around his sides, working as if a blanket were casted across his shoulders. His breath fanned out infront of him and he let the silence settle before he would even make an attempt at speaking.


    it was obvious that the panther was weary, but there was a edge in the adalgar's eyes that screamed for a fight of their own. The blood that covered the onyx stone beast before him proved worrying if he wasn't Jammal. Instead the panther found himself wishing for the chance to taunt the other into a fight. His muscles flexed, rippling under his pelt at the idea, a way to relieve stress and in his opinion the best way to deal with strangers. The panther wasn't in the mood for shady characters such as this. He had very little patience as it stood and found each tick of a secondhand clock that very patience being tested.


    "Welcome to the exiles then," Jammal would attempt to play nice, even as his voice was a little to harsh for the moment. He winced at his own voice, trying to seem a bit more docile with what he said next."Name's Jammal, if you need anything."

    "Thank you Jammal. I would like to know where the camp is. If you have the time." He replied back, almost condescending in how carefully polite he was. It was no secret he didn't like softskins but for the time being - and indeed, for much of the foreseeable future - he would have to learn to tolerate them. The stone beast took a few steps forward, stopping short to unabashedly examine Jammal up close. If he had softer skin he might have wrinkled his nose in distaste, but as it was, the goyl merely held on to the same impassive expression, gold eyes skimming the other's pelt for just a moment before he moved past the other a few paces, seemingly to inspect a bush.