THE MAN WHO SPEAKS IN HANDS || o, joining
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— Yet another stranger found their way to BlizzardClan, and the vixen would be right smack-dab there, glancing at the...whoa. That was a skeleton. How was he even alive? How did he have green eyes? Didn't all skeletons just have black, darkness? Was that all they could see? She guessed this would be "worldbuilding" for her. "Hi, what's your name and business with BlizzardClan?" she barked excitedly, striding up to the stranger.
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LIVIN' LIFE WITH NO NEED FOR THE BRAKES
cannon f. odder / blizzardclan & the empire / paladin & member / male [♂] / tags
*:･ﾟ✦ In his lifetime, Cannon had seen many interesting creatures with many interesting patterns. All sorts of dragons, mutants and mythicals. He himself wasn’t the most normal-looking thing ever, with the pink-tinged fur and the ram horns, and the saber teeth. But Cannon was almost completely sure that he had never seen anyone yet with skeletal patterns like this.
It seemed he was a bit late to the party, as Tavi was already there, asking the usual questions. As she clearly had things handled, Cannon stood back, offering a warm smile to the stranger, who, hopefully, had no ill intentions.
"Speech."
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☆ ☆ ☆ There was a sense of duty in the coyote's stride as he found himself strolling around the territory once more. He had a small stick in between his teeth and was sticking out the right side of his mouth. However, his walk came to a stop as he noticed a small group gathering forming and then that was when he spotted the skeleton-patterned wolf. With curiosity struck eyes, he spat the stick out and joined the others to greet the stranger, the leather jacket tied around him bouncing with each lively step. He was about to ask the usual questions until, Tavi spoke up. "Yeah, what she said."
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Pierce had seen a lot of incredible thingd in his life - reincarnations, people’s bodies coming straight back to life, body hops, zombies, vampires, people with all types of powers.... he wasn’t surprised in the slightest by the sight of the skeleton. Aleksei had once had a skull for a head, despite having a living body, flesh, fur and all, which was probably even weirder than a regular-old skeleton. Still, the serval did do a double-take, just to make sure it wasn’t a very, very underweight white-furred guy. Luckily, it wasn’t, so Pierce hoped it was normal and healthy for the guy to be all-bone like that.
Ambling over after Rory, a gentle smile found its way to his maw, his tail swishing behind him as he focused on the unfamiliar male. He couldn’t exactly tell what he was feeling by expression, but the other’s softly-mumbled words were spoken in a rather confused tone, prompting the effeminate vice-leader to question, “Are you lost, sir?” He assumed he would have waited at the border - and not laued down - if he knew he was in Blizzardclan.
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I'VE FALLEN AND I CHOOSE NOT TO GET UP —
Hmph. Why was he asking how he got here? Didn't he walk here? How could someone forget where they were going or where they had come from? Blinking a few times, and thinking about himself, Nicklaus decided that he wouldn't be bringing that up... being a forgetful elder and all. Clearing his throat as he padded over, the tip of his matted tail waving ever so slightly, he decided to stay silent for now until the strange stranger wolf spoke up.
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mike shuffled up after the others, his legs shaky (as he was still getting used to walking again), but he was quiet as he sat down to calm his nerves. offering a forced, closed lip smile towards the newcomer, he observed his pelt. interesting. at this point, he wasn't surprised by anything anymore. just scared of everything. "hey, i'm mike. you joining?"
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dark, darker, yet darker — Gaster — BlizzardClan — tags
Hm... it appeared that a crowd of people had already came forward. BlizzardClan, huh... was that a group of people... above the ground? Wait... he was above the ground? How was he not still in his little void space? Hevalmost aopeared ti stare at the vixen, looking lost and confused. Eventually the saber-toothed golden retriever popped up and he snapped out of it. "BlizzardClan? What’s a BlizzardClan?" He asked slowly, blinking. He stared at the coyote, unsure of what if what “what said said” meant.
Oh! Yes. Someone knew exactly what was happening. He was lost. He was supposed to be below the ground, in a black emptiness and supposed to be a full-on skeleton... not having... whatever the black was. "Yes, I’m afraid so. I would like to answer their question but I’m not sure what a BlizzardClan is."
He looked over towards Nicklaus. Interesting. He hoped that tail would heal. As for Mike... we’ll, he’d been a broken record at this point. "Joining... what, exactly, sir?"
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give a little mercy ☆
Frisk had been walking around the border of BlizzardClan, not to patrol, but to explore. For all the child knew they could be the first to find something, or they could go on a nice silent stroll with only their thoughts if they wanted. The feline had never prepared for what they would do if there were to be a joiner, though, despite this being a common thing that happens. That's one of the reason's why when Frisk saw the stranger stumbling around, no knowing where he was, they ran to hide behind a bush instead of helping. They just weren't ready to try and awkwardly great people.
Well, that was only one of the reasons the scarf-wearing cat couldn't bring themselves to talk to the man. Another reason they simply didn't approach this joiner was an uneasy sense of... familiarity. It was as if Frisk had seen this person before, and given the fact that they'd only been in this dimension for a week and they wouldn't forget someone with a cloak and skeletal fur in the span of a week, Frisk knew that if they really knew this person it was from the Underground. Everything was so foggy, though. All the resets and timelines seemed to blend into one and the child couldn't remember if they'd seen this man- if they'd killed this man- before. So they sat, watching from behind a bush as people came up to greet him.
This man was very confused, even more so than the dark furred feline had been when they first joined, and Frisk found themself taking comfort in that. It seemed he had no idea what was going on and where he was, a relatable feeling if there ever was one. Finally, after a minute of watching and analyzing the situation to make sure there wasn't a threat, Frisk stepped out and cautiously padded over to the group. They quietly sat down next to Pierce, the face they knew the best, and listened to the skeleton man, who really reminded them of two other skeletons they once knew (the memories of the brother are bittersweet). Finally, after a moment, Frisk randomly decided to see if this stranger happened to know sign language. It was always worth a shot. "A clan. It's an organized group... I'm Frisk... I know how you feel," they signed shyly, feeling particularly nervous for some reason.
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Fadingmoon
Fadingmoon cast a curious glance at the creature before he. She had grown accustomed to seeing many things, so a skeleton wasn't all that odd. But as for his questions, she felt comfortable answering those even if she wasn't as comfortable being around him. She made a point of sticking near her Clan mates as she approached. "BlizzardClan is a Clan, basically a bunch of people all living together in harmony with a hierarchy system."