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    God, she was so tired. Weariness dragged at her bones, snapping at the fragile threads that kept her from the dreamworld. She had lost track the days that she had been traveling. It was the same thing everyday, why bother to count? Hunt, sleep, travel. It all blended together into one hell of a boring trip.


    The white kitsune sighed, casting her purple eyes up to the sky. She was going to take a fat nap when she got to her destination. A yawn springing from her jaws, she continued her dreadful walk. Fuck, bro, i'm way too tired for this. She squinted her eyes, unfurling her wings from her side and letting them drag along the sides of her. She knew they'd most likely get dirty, like, very dirty, but did she really care? No, not really.


    She knew she was getting close, the canyon wasn't exactly that far away. Maybe I should just fly, that's quicker. Probably. Her feathered wings only hung limply by her sides, still. A groan made its way out. "I need a fat fucking nap already."

    "speech"

    WISH I'D BEEN A PROM QUEEN —

    blindfold had been out on what could be considered as a one-man border patrol, scoping along the edges of the territory all around. given the amount of trespassers on the exiles' territory as of recently, he found it wouldn't hurt to check and remark the boundaries. while doing so, he managed to come across several of those returning or joining. today, it appeared to be of the latter.


    the massive tiger strolled over to the tired kitsune, almost appearing bored or uninterested. one could assume based on common sense why she was here, and obviously she posed no real threat to the male. therefore, he was uninterested. there was nothing exciting about this for him, though he still put on a cheeky grin as he always did. "n'aww, really?" came his sarcastic but humorous provocation, the lightness in his tone implying that he was only messing with the gal. "i'm sorry, love, but you look like shit. i also need you to clarify your name and business?" his tail swayed to and fro while addressing the femme, ears perked up while he awaited her answer.


    Here they were! The legends of the hour, the clan she was looking for.


    "Yes." was all her original response, staring blankly at the male. What was she here for again? Oh, right. Joining, joining, joining, joining. She drilled that word into her head before she had left. "To answer your former statement," she swished her tails to the side, slightly narrowing her eyes as she let her gaze drift to the ground. "Oh, no, sir, I don't need my nap." she shot back at him, a cheeky grin managing to spread itself across her face. "To answer the middle, yes, yes, but alas, its my formal wear!" she put up a paw in a fainting position, her words flooding with sarcasm. She liked this place already.


    Time to get serious, though. "I'm Cottonkisses, i'm here to join. You can call me cotton, or angela, or imp or something. Whatever pleases you."

    WISH I'D BEEN A PROM QUEEN —

    “Someone shares a fine taste in names.” Her statement sounded bemused, a lingering touch of intrigue upon her maw although it was barely discernible. Creeping from the shadows came the savannah cat, eyes focusing on the one whom had come here. Her gaze traveled over the stark white of her pelt to we purple eyed gaze before she gave a gentle sigh. The breath she exhaled seemed neutral at best and she came to lightly settle herself upon the ground. Her slender yet muscled build relaxed slightly as she lifted a paw and examined her claws that slowly unsheathed. Hmm, she might have to sharpen them later on but that would have to wait for another time. Her oddly colored and stripped form shifted then before stardust cerulean eyes flicked back to the female in question. She had seen kitsune’s before and her tail curled around her body. “Wishing to join and to possibly take a nap. Sounds like a beautiful way to go, darling. Welcome to the Exiles. My name is Angela and perhaps a bath is in order for your wings.” A small smirk pulled across her stark muzzle before she tilted her head a little bit, lifting her tail and herself to her paws.



    ———— Belial Tathamet ————

    I AM ALL EYES, I AM ALL EARS


    Belial was about to yell, 'keep it in your pants' as he showed up to yet another oddly flirtatious joining event, but he decided against it. It wouldn't be a good first impression for any of them. Instead, he simply strode up to the portion of the border where the rest of them were talking, allowing his commanding and leaderly aura to envelop the scene. Tail lashing slowly, he examined the stranger. Cottonkisses, huh. Also called Angela... that was going to get confusing. However, he approved of her sarcasm wholeheartedly. The leader was all for a good joke. "Cotton, welcome. I am Belial, leader of the Exiles. If you'd like a tour, I'm sure one of these two would be happy-- no, enamored to give you one." He smirked, glancing between Angela and Blindfold. That's right-- he had no hesitations putting them up to monotonous tasks. Well, monotonous in his opinion.


    "Speech."



    TAGS ☆彡lucien says hello. his greeting is quietly drawn, and even as the feline saunters over, it's clear he's only half there. blue-gold oculars flicker over to their assumed joiner, 'cause he didn't actually know, and he'd offer her a weary half smile.