COVERED IN THE NIGHT | o, joiner

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    Fed up with ill mannerisms at home, the black wolf thought he should move elsewhere to clear his mind. Rearrange his thoughts. Of course, that never came easy for him, since everything was always cluttered and in bizarre places. It wasn't unusual for him to be thinking of one thing at one moment, but then an entirely different subject the next. His nose twitched as he neared the border, sneezing into his massive speckled grey scarf he had wrapped around his neck. A look of disgust crossed his face, but shook his head as if to forget. Amber eyes scanned the scenery before him, and a pleasant smile curled on his maw. Something this gorgeous must be simply paradise, no? Why there had to have been practically everything you could have needed; although, he supposed the residents here wouldn't have even blinked an eye since this would have been simply mundane to them. He had wondered if he should keep silent til someone came, as a big territory like this couldn't possibly carry his voice out that far. But alas, sitting in silence was too boring for him, and he couldn't resist the temptation to shout anyways.


    "Why hello there!" says he, waving a paw as high as he could reach. He shook his head to clear the frazzled fur out of his eyes before continuing. "Is anybody home yet?"

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    ISELOTTA DAAÉ
    [color=gray]White Panther | BlizzardClan Medic Trainee | 2 years | [color=#7F0037]Bold #7F0037

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    Iselotta, walking by curiously, perked up her ears as she heard the call of the man at the border. Turning from her path, the white panther would slowly trod towards the stone staircase that defined their borders, smiling as she sat down before the feline there as he waved, bowing her head politely in turn. "Bonjour," she spoke up, her voice soft and sweet, her eyes twinkling kindly. [b]"There are indeed people home! You are in BlizzardClan, Monsieur. My name is Iselotta Daaé, I'm a Medic Trainee here. Who are you? May I be of any assistance?"

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    Eren followed not far behind Iselotta, albeit at a much slower pace. This was his second time going outside of camp since he'd lost his leg - the first being with Lottie, earlier that day. It was refreshing, to be honest, even if it was quite exhausting. He supposed he could get back to patrolling the borders, now. He limped up next to Lottie, head tipped back in order to get a good look at the stranger himself. "What she said," the young boy offered breezily. "I'm, uh, Eren, by the way." Jeez, he was rusty, wasn't he?

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    Ah, how exotic the French language was. It was close to reminding him of his German origins, with how similar the two languages were. The wolf shifted his shoulders, for he was trying to balance a black hat on his back. With everything adjusted he offered the two strangers a swift bow. "A pleasure, oh indeed a pleasure to meet the both of you," says he. "I am Mulgogi, simply just Mulgogi. I have come here to stay here a long while, if the lovely friends of yours would be so kind to host another here." He gave only the politest smile, speaking as clearly and fluently as he could to seemingly deepen the contrast between his neat diction, yet messy appearance.


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    Eren blinked, swaying a bit upon his three paws. He was tired- after this, he supposed he should probably go back to camp and rest. That would be the smart thing to do. Damn. He flicked back his ears, his brows knitting in slight confusion. "So you're, er... joining, right?" the boy would ask; he was a bit confused by Mulgogi's way of speaking. "If you are, then welcome to BlizzardClan, man. I'm Eren... b-but I already said that." His cheeks grew warm with slight embarrassment.

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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Oh, yay, a visitor! Or, was he a joiner? Pierce wasn't sure. Approaching with a pleasant smile, he seated himself beside Eren, shooting him a glance of slight concern before looking back at Mulogi. His gaze was immediately drawn to the canine's eyes, noticing they were around the same color as his, before he attempted to memorize the rest of the stranger. Dark coat, scarf... Giving a slight, unmeaningful nod, the tom smiled one more and adjusted the strap of his satchel. "Hi, Mulogi, I'm Pierce, vice-leader here. You're welcome to stay with us for as long as you like."


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    "Yes indeed good friends, joining as you call it." He gave another sweeping bow, smiling wider as he did so. "And just as I have said, it is an absolute please to meet you, Pierce."


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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Mulgogi. She couldn't trace the origins of the name. It was a very unusual name, very unique, and it was certainly the first thing about the new member of BlizzardClan that drew her attention. Following after Pierce, the BlizzardClan leader came to stand beside Eren, her pale lilac eyes friendly as she regarded the clothed wolf. "Eaten any grandmothers today?" she teased. But perhaps the reference would be lost on him. Not everyone had grown up hearing fairytales after all. Dark ears flicking, she grew more serious. "Sorry for the Red Riding Hood reference - I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen, by the way. Welcome to BlizzardClan, Mulgogi." She hoped that she was pronouncing his name correctly as she was simply trying her best to micmic his pronunciation.
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