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    CRIMSONROSES


    The beast was drunk off her rear. The husky/wolf hybrid would trot, or more so stumble, up to the boarder. There, reeking of rum, the pirate would flop down and let out a hearty laugh. The beast was going to join this land. Or, so she hoped. She was tired of being on the road. She hated doing for herself.



    (c)trexgirl

    Serafin wasn't entirely sure why the other canine seemed to be drunk on the border. He stared out curiously at the dog, trying to discern whether or not they were an ally. The stench of rum covered any other scents they might carry. "Er, hello." the commander greeted, "May I help you?"

    CRIMSONROSES


    The voice of the male made her blink and she let her tail wag. Someone was here finally and that was exciting for her. "Ahoy sir." She decided to speak her pirate way more often than not. She could speak normal, but that was only with her siblings. "Me name be Crimsonroses. I came here t' join yer clan." She answered with a wag of her tail. Clearly a bit gone based on the way she slurred.



    (c)trexgirl


    Marchingband, hearing the conversation between the commander and the newcomer, walked toward the two with interest and stood near Serafin. The fox audibly sighed when he smelled the miasma of alcohol wafting from Crimsonroses. Why was getting drunk so appealing to people? The way she talked and acted was definitely of a very intoxicated person, and reminded him a lot of his father when he was that way. However, she was here to join, and Marchingband wasn't about to be rude and judgmental. "You came to join? Sweet. Welcome to DarkClan, Crimsonroses," the fox smiled, sitting down and hitting a rock between his paws with boredom. "I'm Marchingband."