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  • Basically, Elena was in a bad mood. Did this make her bad? No. Did this make her unlikable? Probably not. Did this mean she would be the antagonist to her own story? Definitely not. She existed with her own thoughts and her own personality – she was living. Unfortunately living things tend to have bad days; Elena was just having a bad day of her own.


    She found herself stumbling through the territory with a limp. The limp was purely an accessory: an indication that she had gone through a lot to be able to come here. She was just melodramatic like that. Really, all that happened was that she scratched it against a wire fence. Nothing serious. Whatever. She would still use the dots of blood on her leg as an excuse to complain. Not that it made up her character, complaining, but she found a kind of catharsis that went with whining. Elena never had time to just complain, so whenever she could, she did. And to be honest, the freedom to complain and whine was the only thing keeping her sane.


    Not that it mattered.


    Whatever.


    Elena hoped she was in the right place. Shadow Veil. ShadowClan. Whatever it went by, nowadays. She didn't want to intrude. She couldn't afford getting attacked when she had a godawful limp to deal with. So she sat by the border. Waiting. Watching. She hadn't even realized that her shoulders were tense. Why was she nervous? She relaxed. Waiting. Watching.

  • I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR —

    Unlike Elena, Maegor was not in a bad mood. In fact, the alabaster pelted direwolf rarely had bad moods. He was hard to get a reaction out of, choosing to only display friendly smiles on his ever so serene visage. He's always been like this, donning a powerful facade for the sake of making life easier. After all, running amok with his certain traits would only cause complications that would eventually lead to his immediate Exile. But that wasn't happening anytime soon, he was too experienced to drop the ball.

    The Harbringer had been leisurely strolling along the border when he chanced upon the stranger who was waiting so patiently. Seafoam eyes gauged the stranger as he approached her, she was obviously waiting for a Shadow Veilian. Only a blind fool would miss that. "Hello," he offered pleasantly, a gentle smile sliding onto his face, "what do you need, miss?"

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  • THERE'S A DANGEROUS KIND OF COOL ABOUT YOU —

    [ ok i love your writing style wow ]


    steve's range of emotions were rather complex, like an uncrackable code. sometimes when he seemed his happiest, on the inside he was falling apart- and vice versa. as of lately, things were certainly brightening up for steve, and he was beginning to find that just because there were things to grieve or feel anger towards, it didn't mean he had to center his focus around it solely. he found that focusing on his friendships and duties within the clan were perfect distractions as well. for that very reason, the feline had decided to go on a solo border patrol to clear his head when he overheard voices from nearby. he recognized the alabaster figure of maegor, but the other was unfamiliar.


    wearing a genuine smile, the tabby approached the duo on the border and took a curt seat next to his much taller clanmate. he had already asked the age old question, but by reading her demeanor steve deciphered she was certainly here to join. "this is the shadow veil, it's pretty rad here- i'm steve, are ya looking' to join er somethin'?", he chimed as he pushed his sunglasses back.

           

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    Elena probably should have thought this out further.


    Was she dumb? Honestly, probably.


    Her plan basically stopped at 'sit on border and wait like a dumbfuck'. Her lips parted when Maegor asked her the dreaded question: 'what do you need'. What did she need? Food? Water? Medical care? She definitely didn't need medical care. But it would have helped to have some ointment on her scratch to play up the fact that she had been through so much – a wire fence.


    That shit was crazy. She thought. Wires need to be baby-proofed or something. Someone could get impaled.


    Elena didn't know how to answer. She didn't really need anything. It was more like she wanted. She couldn't say that without sounding pretentious, though; 'SIR, I DO NOT NEED ANYTHING; FOR I WANT TO JOIN YOUR TRIBE'. If someone said that to her, she probably would attack them and tell them to quit sounding like a dickhead. She blinked dumbly as she tried to find the words to describe her situation. She wasn't great at thinking on her paws when she was busy being frustrated with how the rest of her day went.


    Thankfully, Steve broke the ice. She let out a little sigh of relief and nodded. How long had she been staring off into the distance, thinking about her needs and wants? Elena nodded.


    "Yeah," She said, as polite as she could manage. "Joining. I'm Elena Laurent."

  • I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR —

    It took a while. For a moment, Maegor had thought the girl was mute. How difficult would it be if she did turn out to be disabled, the wolf pondered to himself. Personally, he would have a hard time attempting to communicate with her. Maegor was patient, but not in this sense where he would have to decipher what a voiceless creature was trying to say. Taking note that Steve also appeared, the canid shot the other male a quick nod of greeting before his seafoam gaze returned to Elena, who then, finally spoke. Her last name caught his attention. Laurent. It wasn't something he's heard before, and of course, he noted it down for the future. "Welcome," he finally offered simply, keeping the amiable air around him, "my name is Maegor, and do you by any chance have questions that you'd like answered?" It was best to clear up anything now instead of later after all.

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  • Honestly, it wouldn't have been a first for Elena to be mistaken as someone disabled. She just wasn't as much of a quick thinker; she tended to overthink a lot, which lead to a lot of slow replies, which lead to her not being able to have many normal interactions.


    She didn't have any questions, but that didn't stop her from staring at Maegor as if she was trying to phrase one. The only thing she managed, however, was, "I'm gonna explore now."


    She seemed to drift off with a limp, her tail low.

  • BUT WHEN YOUR WOUNDS OPEN, YOU WILL CRY


    soundcheck / shadow veil & duskguard / male / tags & information



    *:・゚✦ The way Soundcheck was coming, Elena would limp right past him. Recognizing this as a new joiner, he sighed and woofed, "Soundcheck, Duskguard." He didn't bother to stop, he just kept right on going. Old him would have been happy to meet her. But he had a rank, he was anti-social as fuck, and he had nothing to live for, but wasn't suicidal.



    "Speech."


  • I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR —

    She was indeed an odd one, answering his question with a statement that did not relate. But it made things obvious, she wasn't interested in socializing. Taking note of her strange demeanor and the limp, he then offered, "if you need anything, feel free to find me." With that said, the alabaster direwolf then went on his way.

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