what do i stand for ;; open, joining

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    She was still trying to figure herself out, not that she confused herself but rather she just wasn't sure what she stood for, or who she was meant to be. Sure she knew how to be polite and friendly and whatnot, but she couldn't think of anything that made her unique. The silver tabby had been pacing blindly around the continent as she let the thoughts roll around in her mind, deliberating with herself on what kind of person she wanted to be. Eventually she found herself at a marsh, the scent of Valhalla thick in the air. It was lonely here, peaceful. The mud came up to her elbows and knees, but she didn't mind. It seemed a perfect place to sit and think for herself, without being overly isolated from civilization. Perhaps its inhabitants felt the same way? "Hello out there! Name's Shepard. I'd like to join!" she called out over the buzzing of insects and the croaking of reptiles - hopefully someone was able to hear her.

    Joiners, that was something that Valhalla needed dearly. They got some here and there, but they often disappeared within a week so it was often a surprise to the Medic when joiners did stay for longer and actively contributed. Her dark obsidian curled fur ruffles slightly as a crisp breeze rushes by her, causing her abnormal neon orange eyes to scan the area before realizing someone settled at the border and a voice joining her next. Ah, a joiner: that was great. The Japanese female moves forward, eyes studying the other female as she dips her head in a greeting.


    "Hello," The thick Japanese accented female would begin as she scans the female for any possible wounds though her observation was clear. Mija's tail sways side-to-side as she barks up once more to introduce herself and welcome the newcomer, "Welcome to Valhalla. I'm Mija, the medic here. We're glad to have your acquaintance."

    tags — plotting — main 

    Fortunately Shepard was free of any wounds as Mija would observe, though it made for a slightly awkward moment as she tried to figure out why the mage was staring at her like that. Then she introduced herself as the medic, and it made a bit more sense. "It's nice to meet you, Mija," she agreed. Now that was out of the way. It wasn't nearly the overwhelming swarm that faced her with a big group like the Sanctuary. Maybe she would manage to stick around here after all, find some meaningful place where she belonged not just physically. She certainly wasn't planning to flake but of course only time could tell.


    She crossed the border meaningfully into Valhalla territory, instinctively flicking mud from a paw only to get it covered in mud again as she continued forward. That reflex would probably be the first to go, or more likely she would just learn to find the driest spots in the territory rather than trudging through it at random as she currently was. The feline passed closer to Mija as she moved to a more appropriate speaking distance. "Just curious, what's your name mean? I've never heard of it before."

    The medic often didn't find herself getting into mud, most likely as she traveled her distances swiftly and gracefully to avoid sinking into the mud from the marshlands. Thankfully, the lands did get drier in areas around the camp. While Mija had never lived here, she has been here for about a month or two and it did remind her much like her home in BlizzardClan where she inhabited most of her life. The only difference? The Japanese female was on land here and not high in the sky near the clouds as Blizzardclan seems to always been, which was a different experience.


    "It means 'My daughter' in Spanish," Mija would respond and it was ironic in a sense as she was Japanese with a Spanish name, which Mija sometimes thought about changing in times for a more... cultured name to her accent. Though Mija has been her name for years, and the thought of also having a different name would be confusing having to let others relearn her name and pronounce it: Mija was easy and simple enough to remember for now. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?" The medic would inquire, tilting her head slightly.

    he slinks up to the duo, never lifting his eyes to far up from the ground, and making sure to avoid looking at mija at all costs. "welcome," he rumbles out, voice thick and deep, almost as if he was hiding some form of emotions, "you can follow mija to the dry part of our camp, and settle yourself in."


    ♚ ･ﾟ: its a jungle out there — tags