o, joining // all pale against the light

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    She should stay in Colour Command -- she'd just helped Clover overthrow that idiotic kit, and now she already doubted her loyalty? Whatever, she didn't want to live in the place that reminded her of her parents, after they left their kids alone for the third time or some shit. She tired of dealing with a group that seemed run by her family, and she wanted to break that cycle. She really needed to just get out more, which, to a traveling explorer like her, sounded like she needed to join another group.


    "Hey, I'm Zenith! I'm joining the Sanguine Ruins, if y'all don't mind," the red Savannah called out, tail flicking behind her. Some might recognize her as the ambassador from Colour Command, but she hoped they wouldn't actually ask questions. She didn't want to answer them.

    — The youth had tottered around her visionaries closed, letting her paws guide her around the Sanguine Ruins territory. She was slowly warming up to her home of four months. With her current glaucoma, she couldn't help but fear that her sense of sight would wither away completely. Maybe she would be ready for that scenario by stumbling around blindly.


    Her cerulean optics shot back open at the scent of a newcomer. If that newcomer was an enemy, then she would surely be dead. Sighing, the seal point kitten walked over to Zenith. Upon hearing her request to join, the child considerably perked up. "You're joining? Um, okay. I'm Agnes. Welcome to the Sanguine Ruins." she slowly enunciated the last few words. It seemed to refuse to cooperate with her tongue, so it would usually come out awkward.


    — The girl did not speak as she joined the duo. Sitting back and shaking her head softly. After a long pause, the child spoke. I am Vixensilk. Welcome.


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    Doubting loyalty was something Iason felt that he knew well. Not that he had ever provided any reason for those around him to be doubtful, but rather, he had discovered a very long time ago that people were not to be trusted. Hell, he was the perfect example. The poster child of deceit, if he might be so bold. The feline was hardly honest with anyone he met just for the sake of getting farther than them. Was it worth it? It seemed so, since it usually worked.


    As for family, he knew that subject fairly well, too. All his life he had been ruled by his mother and father until he'd broken free of them. It was the one time he'd dared to deviate from their word. Having respected them (out of fear, nonetheless) for as long as he could remember, it had been hard to do, but he'd done it. And now... he was here. There were no instruments nor were there medical tools suitable for the male, but he made do with what he had. The sand was great for drawing staves, and while there were no scalpels or tweezers, the strange way that herbs healed the sickly was rather intriguing to the man. Perhaps Zenith would find a similar solace in the scorch of the red desert.


    Lucky for her, Iason was new. He didn't know shit about the politics that governed this place. Well, he did, but he didn't know ambassadors, so... yeah, she was lucky. The russet tom bobbed idly over the flat desert as he made his way towards the joiner, always drawn to new people. He didn't view them as people to get to know, though, but rather as opportunities. Another life to outlive. Another patient to treat. Another chance to right his wrongs with God. But even though his intentions were selfish, his motives insincere, it never felt that way. In fact, he thought himself rather pleasant to be around. Certainly charming, if nothing else.

    "Hello there! I'm Iason- pleasure to have you. Do you need anything?" His words were punctuated with gleaming grins and flashy smiles, hazel eyes revealing nothing of his ulterior motives, as usual. He had gotten very good at hiding his true self. So good, in fact, he often had to check himself that he was still being true to it.

    ★ ★ ★Sometimes people just needed a fresh start. Somewhere no one knew anything about them, they were a blank slate or just another face lost in the crowd. If anyone knew this, it would be Steve. Given his past life, the cream lion was thankful for the almost quiet life in the Sanguine Ruins, it provided an abundance of time to reflect and then go forth in this life. On his walk around the territory, Steven would stroll upon the new joiner and a handful of his clanmates. "Welcome to the clan ma'am." He'd muse with a respective dip of his large head as he walked up to rest beside Agnes.


    "Speech."

    If Barb were ever to be asked about her family, she’d probably laugh and return with “What family?”, which wouldn’t really be super dramatic of her. Her parents had not only been abusive fucks, but were now dead, her brother was basically nonexistent, she’d dumped Solveig, and most of her kids had been murdered, while the other two kind of drifted from her. As a kid, her family life had been absolute shit, something she wasn’t really keen to get into nowadays, but she daresay it was worse now. At lwast she’d had a family. Now all she had was Hypo and Jerseyboy. How depressing.


    She had been on her usual “patrol” (though she usually just half-assed it and wandered around looking for people and then headed back into camp to see what was going on there) of the territory when she encountered the small group surrounding Zenith. The girl was vaguely familiar, and not at all bad looking. “Nice to see you again, sweetheart,” she greeted, deciding they must have met before. If not? Maybe she could trick the savannah into believing so. “Barb, in case you forgot.” Though, who could forget her? It wouldn’t be easy, she was sure.


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    This many people came to greet her? She felt like a damn princess; back home, there weren't so many people that a joiner would get this kind of reception. But she pushed the Colour Command out of her mind; she didn't want to think about it anymore. She came for a fresh start, something different to keep her from lingering on her missing family, and to flirt with some cuties.


    "Thanks for the warm welcome -- it's great to meet all of you," she replied with a nod, trying to stick their names into memory. Not everyone offered their name, but she supposed she'd learn them in time. A mix of males and females, with a young kiddo, too; they certainly had a variety of people living here. Then again, she'd already known that the Sanguine Ruins wasn't filled with a bunch of strongarmed barbarians from her days as their ambassador.


    Ears twitching, the serval's attention flicked over to Barbara, a grin finding its way onto her muzzle without conscious effort on her part. "It's good to see you again, Barb! I see you're still the radiant queen of this place," she replied, picking up her small basket of belongings to start wandering through the desert to the pyramids. She already knew where they were, having explored the territory before, so she just needed to map the route in her head.