I DARE YA - Joining

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    It's been a few months since Rory had seen anyone or gotten into contact with anyone, imagine his own surprise when his mind had made up his decision to join a group. In all honest, that adolescent brute enjoyed his solitary life style from being cast out of his own family at just 9 months old. Had adjusted to hunting and feeding himself, but he knew there was more out there than that. It was when he was almost killed by a mountain lion that he realized he had no pack to run to and had no clue how to treat his own wounds, but he had been able to keep them clean enough to scab over. What remained on his white body was claw marks along his haunches and a few tooth marks within his own shoulders, he wondered how he had even escaped it's clutches. That night being such a blur, his mind had probably gotten rid of the memory due to how traumatic it had been.


    Stopping at where he recognized others had probably gone to, his body seized it's anxious shivering and he became solid and sure of himself. Even if it were an act. The teenager had learned to cover up weakness, it was something he had to do when his father and mother was around.
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    As usual, the wolf had been roaming. In her case she wasn't always self-confined to the lands available to her, occasionally strolling into the territory of another clan without respect for their demands of respect. Well, luckily enough few saw her behave in such a fashion. She was pretty much the clan chatter box (and probably it's occasional nuisance in addition), so few seemed to distrust her. She'd been considering leaving the territory, since no one ever stopped her and she was bored of making sure that everything in her house looked presentable. But when she took in a proper breath of the air, she picked up an unfamiliar scent. The rich scent of flesh that covered a scent blocking out that of the liquid contained inside their forms. Was she thirsty? She was thinking an awful lot about blood all of a sudden. Well, she could always satisfy it if she was allowed to make a trip into the loner lands. So perhaps she'd give this fellow lupine the courtesy of some attentiveness before considering a drink too actively.


    With this rather flexible goal in mind, her blueish-grey form came into view quickly enough even when she didn't run. There was certainly a hint of enthusiasm in her body language, her tail held up in a friendly manner as she halted a few steps shy of his position. She didn't seat herself though, still standing. She was a little smaller than the male (assumably), and she did notice from her experience with her rather pleasing reflection that their color schemes were very different. He had very light fur in comparison to her dark grey, blueish tinted pelt. Plus his eyes were...interesting. She didn't even seem to care about his slightly damaged state. Her bright crimson orbs were eyeing his own in an almost admiring fashion. "Do your eyes have light bulbs or something? Because I really want that sort of effect for my eyes." As usual, she didn't show a lot of interest in his name or business at first. But she slowly veered back on topic. "Anywho, so! What could you possibly want here, mm? I could guess, but I reckon I already know! So then, answers?" She didn't ask for his name. She couldn't have cared less. Sometimes she might ask it to make a vague attempt at politeness, but that was about the limit of her manners.


    Her appearance seemed to have come out of no where, although he had noticed her blue tinted fur from when she first appeared. He enthusiasm was almost contagious, but he knew better than to play into it, if he got too comfortable and let his facade down he might get into some trouble. The brute had no clue who this other wolf was, but her crimson eyes had him hooked from the moment she had turned her face towards him. You would think someone with eyes like that would be dark and horrifying, but she seemed mischievous and cheerful. But he observed her as best as he could, not findind anything unsettling about her besides the unusual pairing of eyes and pelt that seemed to work so well together.


    A smile full of ease took over his maw, "Honestly got some questions about your eyes to miss, I don't think I've seen the iris so red before." Or the blue tinting to her dark grey pelt, but he kept that to himself, he liked her coloring enough. "Well you already know this probably, but I'm here to join." He didn't feel the need to be subtle about it, they would either welcome him or reject him. Rory expected a welcome but 2% of him knew there was a possibility of always being rejected.
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