SWORD-LOGIC — joiner

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    ✦ ✧ ✦ He prowled silently to the border, his three eyes scanning over the landscape as he did; and the old, haggard of a tiger took a seat at the border, still raising his head high. His eyes were still glaring over the landscape - he was waiting for someone to arrive. But he was in no hurry; he had all the time in the world. Those in the clan he was waiting patiently at? they did not. The small worms beneath his feet, burrowing in soil; the sun above them; the wind and the trees. It was meaningless. It too shall pass. He simply closed his eyes, keeping his third open in case someone arrived; and in the quiet before the storm, he drew from the void, his stirring breath from his maw a plume of dark smoke like the tendrils of heat that wafted off his pitch black pelt. They'd be here sure enough; his business could wait.

    how many miles ‘till i break ?? — tags


    i was suprised to be the first one to find the joiner. normally that wasn’t exactly something that occured. but hey, it’d suit me just fine. we needed the members, and i was hopeful that this would help me get to know him better, rather than just finding him later on randomly. "you’re dangerously close to exiles’ territory boy. mind telling me your name and what i can help you with?" my tone wasn’t exactly threatening, but it did serve as a warning not to screw things up. i didn’t think he would, assuming how he waited at the border rather than crossing it. his response however, would detirmine my mood and how i handled the situation.




    Quietly did the melanistic leopardess arrive, settling herself beside Roman as she examined the strange figure before them. Contemplative was her expression, her sea-green eyes latching onto the black pelted tiger. Who was he and what did he want? The usurper noted that there were quite a few people lingering near the outskirts of their territory as of late, which had mostly been a good thing.

    ———— Belial Tathamet ————

    I AM ALL EYES, I AM ALL EARS


    Belial had been having a rather boring day, so seeing an animal with such interesting mutations certainly piqued his interest just slightly. The way the creature's three eyes shifted between which were open and close in odd patterns also intrigued him, as Belial never considered using one eye or the other to conserve energy. The leopard stood beside his copy, wondering if this creature was here to do harm. It was likely that he was not-- despite his dangerous-looking body modifications, nobody ever went alone to the Exiles to cause trouble. Mingan had, once, and she had gotten badly defeated.


    "Speech."




    ☥ black leopard, demon, the exiles ☥