IN THE GARDEN - Joining

He hadn't believed anyone back in The Foundation when they said Blizzardclan was a bunch of floating islands, but lo and behold they were. He gazed up at them, the challenge of going up there in his head but intimidation racking through his young body. The wolf stood rigid and immobile on solid land, he believed he could do it but he'd need a little confirmation that there would actually be others among the islands up above. Did anyone ever fall to their deaths? Of course, the idiots did who dare even test the idea to see how far away the ground was.

He wanted to take the step forward and go up there, but his paws seemed rooted and frustration now cursed his incandescent blue eyes. The lines on his maw moving into a frown as he studied his inner cowardice, was it the fear of heights that kept him on the ground? He'd hope not, he wanted to enter into a dual-membership with this clan in order to further his newfound fearlessness. The white wolf stayed frozen, seeming to have a war within his own mind.
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He turned his head slowly towards her, eyes glued to the islands before being forced to place their attention on the femme near him instead. He blinked, as if coming out of a trance and his frown lessened a little. Her body language carried an air of authority with her, telling him that she was a higher rank. "Do you guys accept dual-memberships here?" He straight out asked without realizing his own rudeness at not greeting her or telling her who he was, it was a simple mistake that the young wolf had made. It was also one he realized immediately, disappointment and embarrassment flashed within his own eyes before disappearing. "I'm sorry, my names Rorik by the way.. I'm a Civilian within The Foundation." Which was a three day walk from here, he liked the distance and enjoyed the lonely three days of being on his own.
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She seemed nice for the most part, very talkative and polite, he found that he liked others who were like that. Nodding his head a little to show his thankfulness of being accepted, he slowed to a halt as his face considered how to answer the question about his home. "I suppose The Foundation isn't too different outside of you guys living on Islands in the air, we have a basic system that I'm sure is similar to yours with a leader on top. We're pretty much neutral so it's not like I'm forced to choose a anti or pro life style." He shrugged and looked up at the Islands once more, not noticing Kamari's appearance as he asked a question of his own, "I have a fear of heights actually, it's my wish to conquer it that made Blizzardclan want to become my second home, how do you get use to living among the clouds?" He wondered, eyes analyzing the mounds of earth that floated above his head, his ears twitched as seconds later he heard another soft femme voice speak and he turned towards her. Blue eyes softening a little from his questioning gaze that had once been, nodding politely, he offered a greeting in return. "Thank you Kamari, my name's Rorik."

He had a nickname too, but no one had called him it outside of his younger brother, and most people now and days stuck to his full name. The wolf never got familiar with someone to the point where they would be able to make names for each other or have special greetings with each other. Slowly he began to yearn for such familiarity with another being.
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"Woah woah woah.." His head swiveled to the Head Paladin, eyes a little wide, "Did you say fences? Like, there's less of a chance of me tripping and tumbling off an island and falling to my death?" He liked that, a lot. He actually appreciated it a lot more in all honesty, would even maybe attempt the steps up there. He figured that once he'd make his way to the main island he might feel a lot better. Momentarily the islands had captured his attention, but now it was back on the long legged serval that had joined them.

"Pleasure to meet you Pierce, I'm Rorik."
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