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    The place smelled of lavender.


    That was the first thing he noticed; the gentle breeze of fall carding through his fur, carrying the lulling scent of the gentle forest-bound meadow. It was lavender, and maybe willow trees and dogwood. Whatever it was, it was considerably nicer than the hellhole he’d dragged himself from. Turret days of deep dark smelly pinewood trees, big and reaching and suffocating, clouded his vision for a moment before he shook his head to clear his mind. Oh, well. Not that he was particularly scarred from the event: the forest had almost always been his home.


    But now was the time for rejuvenation. Zhivko supposed that he did look a tad pathetic, limping on his sliced up toes on his front paw, fur stuck with underbrush. Dusk had fallen as a cool, orange and purple presence over the cozy woodland, protecting his sensitive skin from the onslaught of retreating post-summer sun. He was more immune to the cold than sunrays by far; and yet, he was chilled. Thankfully the scent border was directly underfoot, land before him caught through thoughtful ruby eyes. Goodness knows his endless patience, despite the cold and the dried poison ichor on his foot. And the lavender.

    Survivalinstinct honestly liked the Sanctuary - it was a place that had quickly grown on him. The territory helped, but the true magnificence lied with their interesting assortment of members that made up the group and their neat traditions. He had grown to appreciate it a whole not more now and had yet to think about leaving the group after so long - Chica seemed to like him (to some degree, he didn't really know the gal and, in turn, she didn't know too much about him) and everyone just about knew everyone else. It was a homey little place, and he liked it that way. Of course, he didn't mind meeting new people every now and then. Seeing the same faces could get boring after a little while, no?


    Val spies the stranger nearby and the doberman feels his mood lighten (not that it was bad in the first place, he was just feeling more or less neutral) as he approaches them. A lazy smile appears on his features, his trademark, and it's gentle yet enigmatic. "Hey," He greets, chrome pierced ears fluttering slightly, "Just who might you be, friend?"

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    An easy, simple greeting coming from the canine before him. Gentle Doberman paws approach in a slow, steady meander and Zhivko’s ruby eyes locked on Survivalinstinct easily. Luminescent orbs glowing gently as the sun retreated over the horizon, paw itching with fur stretched by dried ichor, and he was calm and hungry. “Greetings,” the feline smoothly articulated, slipping into a comfortable, half-lidded smile. “My name is Zhivko. Mind telling me where exactly I am?”

    His first impression when the other male turns his gaze onto him is the word: pleasant. Val decides he quite likes the feline already despite not knowing much about him right off the bat, but he's willing to bet that he and Zhivko would get along swell in the near future. There is an introduction and what follows is an inquiry. First, Survivalinstinct dips his head slightly in a more formal greeting upon learning this stranger's name. Zhivko. His Japanese tongue might not be able to pronounce it very well, but he'll try his best. "Zhivko... Interesting name. Where're you from?" He inquires curiously, fictive brows drawing upwards slightly to further convey his growing curiosity. As for the question inquired of him... The Reaper pats the ground with a sizable paw and says, "This is the Sanctuary - it's exactly what you think it is." A breezy chuckle whistle past his lips, "And my name is Survivalinstinct. I know you didn't ask but it seems unfair that you've said your name and I hadn't yet. Feel free to jus' call me Val though." The pale-furred doberman leans back onto his haunches, stub of a tail trying its best to wag up a storm behind his lissome frame. "So, are ya lookin' to stay or are ya just sight seein'? I don't care either way but, y'know, protocol calls for it n' all."

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    His pointed ears flicker, smile becoming crooked as the corner of his eyes softening in amusement; on a foreign tongue his name was pronounced zuheevcoo, but he found it funny nonetheless. The sharp underlay of lynx furrowed in his features always peaked out through his smile, no matter how pleasant he may be. “Oh, nowhere important,” the feline responded after a thoughtful hum, kneeding the plush carpet of grass underneath his good paw. Memories of blue lakes and the dips and swells of mountainous valleys in Romania slipped in and out of his mind. Then onto business.


    The Sanctuary, huh? How quaint. His ruby eyes slipped away from Survivalinstinct, Val, to once again survey the land around them. Soft, like lavender. “Pleasure to meet you,” Zhivko offers, but the sound is distant, as if he’s lost in thought. His attention and eyes snap back toward Val. “I suppose I haven’t decided yet. I would like somewhere to rest my head for a while.” Some rest sounded heavenly.


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    The male would move over silently and stop near the duo. Looking down at them with curious eyes for a moment. He wanted to stay? How interesting. He would not know the answer to this, but he would stay to see what happened.


    "Speech."

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    Val nods at the other's response to his earlier question - nowhere important. What a coincidence! That was where he was from too. Or, more like, he doesn't really remember where he came from - not too vividly, at least. He knew it was not Agrelos he was from, or, as the so-called "natives" had put it: he was a foreigner from another world. Learning such information baffled him, but he took it well in stride. The "nowhere important" comment that Zhivko gave him just drew forth a quiet hum from the Reaper, wondering for a moment where the feline may have originated from with such a unique name. Ah, well, everyone in the Sanctuary was quite unique - if Zhivko joined them, it would be one more to the batch!


    It seemed their visitor was indeed looking for a place to rest, just as he had thought, and there's a knowing twinkle behind his grass colored eyes. "You're free to rest here. I don't think Chi-sama'll mind too much." The woman could be a little bossy and rough around the edges, but he was sure she wouldn't deny a nice stranger like Zhivko a place to rest in their home. His ears flicker as he flickers his gaze over towards Praufyx momentarily, blinking at the male before flashing him a smile in greeting. He turns back to Zhivko, head inclining ever so slightly as he invites him, "I could lead you to camp, if you'd like? And, ah..." His eyes flickered over the other's paw - he had not missed the smell of dried lifeblood - "We can get Arizona to check that out."

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    Nowhere important was a place with a lot of knowledge, of memory and heart. People he knows and had once known, visions of the land. Bleh. The scruffy feline allowed a passive look to cross his features, running a tongue over his elongated canines in thought. Val seemed young; optimistic and hopeful. He admired that in a person.


    While a second figure may have approached, he offered no form of greeting nor words in general, merely dull eyes cast over curious frames. Zhivko would divert his full attention upon the Doberman, wicked grin crossing over his mouth. “Sounds perfect,” he meowed, making a gesture to move forward.