REGIMENTAL BROTHERS / JOINING

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    A fleeting glance over his shoulder toward Collins briefly distracted him from the topic at hand. Having become an escaped prisoner of war, Farrier had been altered under the influence of their captors. Fortunately, the same could not be said for his friend. It had been a few weeks, or so he thought, since they had absconded from the camp. Torture was still prominent in his memories, though he had been the one to receive the brunt of it all. Considering the only one he trusted had been the wolf trailing along behind him, he had taken it upon himself to take the fall for him. Whenever there had been accusations, Farrier admitted that he was to blame. In actuality, it was seldom his fault. Nor was it ever Collins' liability either. They were each other's emotional support, keeping one another grounded and sane in a setting that would be seen as just the opposite. Farrier could feel his eyes grow watery, but he blinked them away hastily, optics only remaining glossy. With scars littering his body, the memories would never wane into nonexistence. He had never been the most vivid, or lively person, but his personality seemed to wither, leaving the shell of a person he once was. It was pitiful, sad. He, however, did not feel sorry for himself, nor did he want to accept the sympathy of others.


    The stout male's lips curled back in a frown as he averted his attention back to the makeshift path he was creating. His mind was racing, thoughts a constant stream of consciousness. One musing flowed from the stinging, agonizing memories of the war camp to what the two of them were setting out to do: joining a more peaceful group. Farrier was aware of little to nothing about the clans he had heard of along their travels, but it was enough to capture his attention. The allure of a fresh setting brought them forward and out of the metaphorical shadows. Naturally, he had taken it upon himself to seek out a specific clan, though ultimately, Collins had aided him in making the opportune and suitable decision.


    SunClan.


    His knowledge was limited regarding the group, but what he had assimilated from countless interactions had spurred their conclusion. They would be settling there, of all places. Trust was hard to come by, seeing as how his own was finite to Collins, and the other wolf alone. Perhaps it would alter and flourish under the conditions of this clan. Farrier was unaware of the conditions, the regulations, though he figured he would soon learn eventually. He could only hope that the little optimism he had wouldn't ultimately crumble. Out of the both of them, he was often more pessimistic. Collins, however, kept a particularly positive attitude despite what they had undergone. Regardless, the slightly shorter wolf couldn't help but release a soft sigh, hardly audible. "I thought we would've been there by now, ya know?" Farrier questioned rhetorically, once again glimpsing at his friend to await his response. His frown deepened slightly, nonexistent brows also furrowing. Almost immediately after speaking out, the scent wafting through the air changed. His nose twitched as he lifted his head, lips parting so that he could further breathe in the new smell. Farrier's eyes narrowed slightly as he leisurely came to a halt, unsure of what to do next. He peered at his friend, almost as if inaudibly suggesting that he address whoever might have been nearby rather than himself initiating any conversation. His eyes softened as he craned his neck the other way, observing the scenery set before them.


    TAGS / updated 8/6/17

    In the back of his head, tucked deep into the shadowy cracks and corners of his mind, Collins felt some sort of anger as they pushed through late-summer's vibrantly green brush. Yet, he wouldn't ever openly display it, as the blonde wolf was — good at keeping his emotions under control. He, after all, was the more steady out of the two — yet that didn't mean he didn't think or feel anything behind those vibrantly blue eyes of his after their experience as prisoners. Captured by the enemy, the two of them had taken some type of beating just for information. Perhaps later they could've been used as bartering tools, but they'd escaped before it'd gotten to that. Farrier had taken the bigger hit. Maybe that was the reason Collins felt some sort of bubbling, slowly diminishing, indirect hatred. He had watched a man he cared so deeply for fall underneath chains, claws, and teeth. While it was a foolish thought, Collins was angered by the fact that their home hadn't come for them. He knew they'd been in a fucking war, but their names had turned into nothing but dust. Their old friends, what they had left of their families now could only believe them all to be dead if they were not already dead themselves. They could've gone back home, but his paws were unable to bring him upon the cold soil they had once resided on. He no longer felt bound to his orgins, he no longer felt tied by loyalty.


    Collins hadn't even noticed Farrier looking back at him, as his own optics had been trained onto the ground in front of him, trying to find something else to think about. While he had not received as harsh a beating as his larger companion, it was almost as hard to watch someone he loved be pelted with blows. The canine would've — could have spoken up more but Farrier had forced them to keep the attention on himself. The memories stung, they burned, as if they were a physical wound upon his side. Farrier's voice was finally what dragged him out of the state of mind he'd temporarily stuck in. Collins, with a softer, quieter voice only looked upwards with a furrowing of his brows. He locked his eyes onto the other's pale greens, parting his jaws in a gentle motion.


    "No use in askin' me, I have no clue to where this place is." There was an encouraging, yet tired look pressing upon his face, but a look of seriousness spreading over his oculars at the same time. A heavy Scottish accent laced itself in between his words, as the scent too was absorbed into his nose. He instinctively stopped beside the other wolf, catching the look again by the other. Did he expect him to say something? What were they supposed to say? Collins let his ears swivel forwards before opening his mouth again. Normally it was Farrier who did the talking, but he decided to speak up for them this time. It wasn't like he was very shy. Just quiet. "Uh, hello? Is this SunClan?" A pause. A slow one. "We're lookin' to join ya, if so. Name's Collins and this is Farrier."




    TAGS — 7/08/17

    war was a tedious subject that seemed to only bring a sense of tired duty from everyone. you had to stick up for your side. you have to decide if you were willing to look into the eyes of another living creature and sink your own force to end their time on earth. you had to acknowledge the fact that someone would do the same thing to you. leviathan had never been in war. he had never heard of it when he had lived in the trashsite where humans would throw their leftovers or decaying shit into because everyone there was only trying to pull another day of survival, too busy to think of conflict. yes, there were intense arguments. yes, there tended to be tooth and nail laced fights. and yes, he had seen death bite into a living creature's throat and seep whatever struggling soul was left in their tired bodies. hell, levi had turned into a thug at a ripe early age, perhaps only 4 to 5 months for he was blinded with the fact of needing to do not only survive but thrive. he had stolen items as well as lives from people yet no one needed to know that. did he feel guilt and remorse? at times but not once did he regret his decisions. choices were made with one's own confidence, if they begin to regret then they become hesitant and weak.


    the undersized figure of the sable black warden was nearby when he heard the call, his pale tongue lapping up crystalline droplets from a small pool of cool water. the first thing he had managed to catch was a questioning hello as well as seeking an answer if this truly was sunclan. then a pause. the silent moment was then destroyed when the same voice picked up by adding that "we" were looking to join the ranks. so, it wasn't just one person but a duo? perhaps a trio, he knew there were times where joiners would come in clusters of members seeking a place to call a home or at least, shelter. the voice held a peculiar accent that the japanese bobtail had never heard of which only heightened his interested curiosity. rising to his full height (which wasn't much), the male headed towards the direction with his velvety obsidian black ears pricked. not very long after, he appeared stalking up towards the figures which appeared to be wolves. one stocky coffee brown one and one with a lighter fur. the eyes of the duo were quite different, one held a grim glare while the other canine had a primitive glint in their eyes.


    halting in front of the two, the short young prince craned his neck ever so slightly to lock his apathetic bullet gray glare onto them with his deadpanned expression not seeping any sort of kindly friendly demeanor albeit it did hold a neutral unbiased touch. giving a small faint nod towards both of the males, leviathan stated in a monotone voice, "fine. welcome to sunclan. name's levi." levi slightly grimaced as he realized he was the only current sunclanner and he was rather different from his other clanmates who were more heartwarming to joiners. forcing himself to at least play the whole greeter role a bit, levi added hesitantly, "would both of you like a tour of the place?" had he known that they had already been through a war, leviathan would have told them to leave because of the grim situation that was currently connected to the clan. they were at the moment stuck in their own war against bloodclan and it didn't seem to be slowing down any time soon.


    ( welcome to sunclan! c: )

    ♥ The vampire accompanied his son to the border, his three tails giving tired - or were they lazy? - waves to the newcomers. Oh well, he thought, let's hope they don't know the difference. He stopped beside Levi but didn't sit, only waited through his clan-mates introduction with anxious taps of his claws in the dirt. He stared blankly at the two strangers, named Collins and Farrier apparently, taking his time to study them before opening his mouth to respond himself. By the looks of them, he could tell that they'd been through a war of their own, although he couldn't pinpoint what kind of war it had been exactly. Although he didn't know they came here in search of peace, but while SunClan was generally a happy place with lots of fun activities, they were in the midst of war. "Welcome to our clan," He said finally, his head dipping for a more formal greeting, "I'm Suga Arcanium, SunClan's Commander."

    [ welcome to sunclan, both of you <3 ]

    thank u guys...


    While war was more likely to be inevitable, at that moment, Farrier would have preferred to stay far from it. Ultimately, his side of said war had won, or so he had heard. Disappointment would be evident on his features if he had been alerted of the ongoing troubles with BloodClan, though he was unaware of any of it. For the time being, he would remain in a blissful oblivion. The air surrounding the two who had approached the border left him feeling a bit conflicted. Neither seemed to be the most welcoming, though he did sense the attempts the first had made. Offering to lead them around the territory in a tour was a kind offer, even if it seemed a bit...forced. There was hardly any tone to the first's voice either, which gave him a bit of hesitation and reluctance to fully accept the offer. Farrier supposed he couldn't blame the other male, though. They were strangers on new grounds; unfamiliar places in an unfamiliar setting. The wolf simply furrowed his nonexistent brows upon listening to the two speak, both welcoming their duo to the group, and both introducing themselves. Levi and Suga. Odd names, but considering Farrier, as well as Collins, preferred their last names, he couldn't say much on the matter. He assumed there would be many others with names far more divergent, or perhaps similar to their own. He gave an internal shrug at his musings.


    "Thanks for the offer, mate," Farrier chimed in as a reply to Levi's endeavor, giving a slight bob of his head in acknowledgement. "I think we'd be down for a tour, us bein' new 'n all," he added on, glancing toward Collins to be certain that his friend would be alright with his decision. It was concluded hastily, but he doubted that the other male would mind. They were both rather confused by the clans, how they ran, how they were nestled into their territories. It seemed as though SunClan had quite the vast territory as well, though he wasn't knowledgeable enough to be fully aware. His pale green optics flickered from the smaller creature to the one with three tails, surprise just beneath the surface of his features. He recovered quickly enough, and soon gave a toothy grin. "Pleasure," Farrier said casually, taking into account that this one was what he assumed to be leader of the clan. "Ah, and like 'e said, name's Farrier," the coffee-colored wolf introduced formally, rather than allowing Collins to completely take control of the situation. The accent in his voice mirrored his friend's, however, there was a slight tinge to it that made it sound different. He was, after all, British, and not Scottish.


    TAGS / updated 8/6/17

    Collins couldn't help but study the first SunClanner to stop in front of them with a quirked brow. "Fine." He didn't seem too enthusiastic about them being there, and for awhile Collins considered asking the other if he was alright in a helpful manner, not sarcastic. The grimace caused Collins to tilt his head in question, but the normally more-silent wolf simply kept his mouth clamped, letting his tongue run over his canines. His attempt at trying to be more open so-say was finally noticed by Collins. At least the guy was trying. The slightly younger lupine glanced quickly over at his own best friend before looking back, a softer smile pressing upon his mouth. Heavy Scottish accent once again weaving its way through his words "You don't have to give us a tour if ya' don't want to. I'm sure both of us could probably, ah, figure things out." He offered, as Collins didn't want anyone to be forced into doing anything. This guy didn't seem super enthusiastic anyways.


    Farrier, though, raised his voice and accepted the offer. Collins ended up simply shrugging and nodding his head in a gentle manner in somewhat of an agreement to the male by his side. He even added in some sort of shoulder bump, yet it was probably unnoticable to the two in front of them. In all honesty, the male would've liked to learn a bit more about the clans as he'd only heard built-up stories during his childhood and so forth. The next SunClanner carried a more lazy-aura, but Collins was quick to shrug it off as the other introduced himself as the Commander. A high rank. The leader of them all, right? Instinctively a look of respect pressed over his own facial expressions as the blonde-hued wolf parted his jaws to say a word or two. "Collins, in case you didn't hear. Nice to meet ya', Suga." His quieter was pleasant on the ears, while his head nodded again.



    TAGS — 7/08/17

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    The female would trot up next and offer a soft smile. "Welcome. I'm Apocalypticlove. Pleasure meeting you. If you need anything, feel free to ask me." She offered with a dip of her head. Tail waving behind her a bit.


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