ONE TRICK CAGE - O, Joiner

Bloodied paws move through shallow water, streaks of red drifting from her form. It is dawn, and she tells this by the slight flush of heat on the water's surface as she moves. Not yet warming her fur but enough to feel it in the air. Her eyes are closed behind the blind they hide, claws digging into stone while crawling for purchase- careful and sure. Swimming has not been her strong suit- for obvious reason, but it was one thing she learned from her. One thing she knows Instinctively beside the inessential obsessive whispering inside the shell of her ear. I taught you better.

But the water isn't going to get any deeper than her flank, and as the stench of the border presses onto her she stills. Knowing that the past stream has stirred the blood on her paws, she can smell the watered down climatic tang- taste it in the back of her throat and thinks- this is not a good first impression. Still she stills and waits, with a practiced calm the druid is careful- sweeping her tail before she sits to clear away any twig or detect a jagged edge. She is patient like a hunter waiting for someone to snare a trap, and it doesn't show in the absent smile that stretches across her browned muzzle.

Riverside was always an option, amidst the tempest of her life- something calm amidst the events was never present- and left to fend for herself Calla is ashamed to say she lost herself again. She defaulted to her teachings and it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. It leaves something in her shadow that feels like another bloodied trail. She is not violent- rather she tries not to be. It has never been in her intention to do so but it has always been her nature- conditioned like a rat until it were her default-- Outwardly, she twitches.

beneath the black cover, pale hued eyes flicker open at the soft footsteps of the inu. Not necessarily seen but the filter of light - enough to bring them close again. She breathes evenly through her mouth, a breath of patience for the other to bring the courage to speak. Calla smiles in the Inu's direction and makes move to speak when the earth seems to rumble with movement. The scent from Riverside's first member only grows- and she takes to the idea of a dragon standing behind someone very small, and suddenly there is a little more honesty in her smile.

"Calla Tor." Head cocked to the side, she presses a closed lip smile across her features, broadening from the distant one before, and lit with sincerity. Her voice wasn't the honeyed tones that it used to be, but no less melodic, just... rough, with dis-use with screaming, with crying. "It's been a while since I've joined a clan, Hopefully, the auto-accept policies still ring somewhat true still." There is an ease in her tone, as if trying to distract other's from the nauseating coppery smell. She wasn't hurt, not anymore at the very least.