HELLO, HELLO — joining

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  • Truthfully, it was difficult to remember the last time that Rose had been able to say, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was happy. He could barely recall he last time that he had been allowed to smile without second guessing it though that hardly mattered anymore. Especially since he had, unlike many others that he had met on his travels, had never actually lived within a group of collective individuals who had banded together to increase their prospects of survival in a cruel and callous world that fought against that. He had never had the pleasure of being around others for him to even begin to imagine ways in which friendships could bring him solace from his bitter reality. At least, not until he had found out about a rather interesting place that he could not keep away from. The Sanctuary. How exciting.


    Cornflower blue eyes sweep across the surroundings in a curious wave, his mind picking up little details of the lands around him such as the light dusting of snow and sprawling meadow lands. Taking a moment to allow it all to register in his mind, the youth sets down his satchel carefully to the side of him, cautious in his movements in order to not allow any of the contents (that being various sweets that he had brought along not only to sate his own sweet tooth but to also give as gifts if they were to accept him) onto the frosty earth. "I bet this looks really nice in spring and summer, now that's something I'd like to see." His words are left open to the frosty air, dispersing free from his lips in a puff of smoke. His prediction is one based on perhaps a more romanticised perspective of the visions of the warmer seasons. Ideas of butterflies waltzing around blooming wildflowers in the warm sunlight and fireflies glowing softly as stark contrast against bitter black backgrounds instantly springing to the forefront of his mind. It's not necessarily bad, and perhaps could prove to be a genuinely accurate assumption. For that to be confirmed however, it seemed that Rose would need to stick around to make sure that he could see it through. "That doesn't sound too hard to stay for that long unless some fuckass makes my life miserable." Rosepaw speaks with a soft smile and softer tone though it's a sharp difference to the actual nature of his spoken words, a common and reoccurring point of interest about him that some would perhaps pick up on if they were to spend enough time around him.


    His own words cause him to pause for a few moments, to really think things over. Was what he was presently doing truly the best course of action for him to take? He could have just stayed alone because when he was in solitude, he did not have to deal with the prospects of getting hurt by others. Not all were bad but even the best of people could do bad things if necessary, himself included. It was better to take a risk than life in comfort for the rest of his life, he supposed. Deciding that it's about time for him to stop mulling around idly on the borders, the dark furred feline sucks in a deep breath, allowing the air to fill his lungs before calling out to the muted tones of the wintry meadow. "Hello? How's it going? I'm here to join!"


    //it's nearly midnight here so i apologise for the slight messiness!

  • she's already come to acknowledge that happiness is a fleeting thing. like all emotions, most emotions, though that's a desirable one there, isn't it? the one others look for most, right? happiness? whatever. she doesn't need to be happy. she just needs control. words quiver on the winds, drawing a lulling of suspicion to rise along shoulders. the beast stalks forward to meet others call, eyes of sugar plum narrowing upon the creature; a child. this is a child and unease falters for momentary second, for all know she's soft on the little ones. "welcome, then. you got a name?"


    ooc this is,, a garbage post bc muse?? Don't know her but agssh welcome back u funky bean!!

  • Control and happiness scarcely seemed to go hand in hand, so maybe it was foolish for him to wish to obtain both in a world that demanded sacrifice at every turn. For the time being, it seemed that the easier path to take would to be to at least seem happy, regardless of the reality of the situation. Flashed smile glows radiant across his features as he regards this stranger through cornflower eyes brightly coloured in shades of amicability, a sense of curiosity as a lingering ghost in the background of his expression. It was all of the innocent childishness that accompanied vibrant youth such as himself, Rose acting as a lighthouse beacon to guide strangers to the safe shores of his companionship. Perhaps it was a warning, though. A guide to bring them to their jagged rock face demise as the consequence of his own doing. Screaming sirens to say, do not grow attached to one that is not worthy, to one that can barely comprehend the world around him let alone the weight of connections.


    Filling his lungs with a deep gulp of air, any thoughts of potential negativity are brushed off as quickly as they begin to arise as the dark furred feline focuses his attentions on the female that has drawn near and not any of the background noise threatening to become distinct voices within his mind. "Well, that was way easier than I expected. My name's Rosepaw, I'll spare you the last names since I can barely remember them myself. What about you?" He hums in soft tones with a small laugh resonating throughout him, clinking wind chimes on his tongue. The feline takes a moment to peer up at the larger being, appearing rather distracted as if searching her face for something. Familiarity, perhaps, or even just a glimmer of comfort.


    It does not take him long to realise that he is forgetting something, however, and his focus is near immediately pulled away from the female back onto the matter at hand. "Ah, shit, right. I brought some sweets along too, to celebrate my joining. I'll be really damn hurt if you don't take anything." Profanity is barely acknowledgeable when uttered from his mouth, mingling with another soft chuckle as it spilt from his maw as casually as a greeting or farewell. Careful to not step on his cape, not willing to make a fool out of himself so soon by tripping over the green fabric fastened at his neck, the boy busies himself with picking up his satchel, taking it between his teeth and moving it so that it sits in front of him. Various candies, perhaps more suited to his own preferences, fill the bag nearly to the brim which truthfully was an odd travelling choice, even if he were just a child. Harmless as it was, all of the flavoured lollipops and gummy sweets perhaps hinted towards something more. Rose was far from addicted, though. At least, he thought so. "I'm just kidding, there's no hard feelings if you don't want anything. I've got a lot in there though so take your pick, if you like."

  • happiness held different meaning for various individuals and for hygge there has been no such thing. trivial, in their eyes. maybe a day will come to change unwavering opinion of stony heart creature and view world in new eyes. as of late, nothing gave reason to think otherwise. living within a society of those who carefully watch other’s exposed back is foreign to one unaccustomed to privileged lifestyle. pearly gates of heaven need no reason to protect worthy souls of paradise when discord lacks in appearance. smoldering heat of hell offered no aid with blackened hellions all too eager to torture. friendships empty with pretty lies and faux smiles to cover true emotions beneath deceitful facade given. a wonder they needed to perceive at its purest form. though, agreement of intrigue towards the sanctuary couldn’t be far from honest truth.


    it would be quite a sight to see spring’s warm embrace and summer’s sweet rain, wouldn’t it? staying long enough to witness is a whole different story, of course. no one knows of what future holds in store.


    wind carries news of newcomer’s light hopefulness and sharp note at potential disconcertment, and allows soft laughter to pass honey lips as creature of soft pinks and warm creams moves in direction where young voice came from. a call of greeting hinted with question is accompanied by all to familiar phrase others use when meeting for the first time that day. voice pitches higher at inclination to join. before simple utterance could come there’s the same subtle shift in air. woman whose soul rivals hell’s scorching fire and dark lashes flutter at gentle welcome and pauses few inches beside her, asks for name of dark boy eager to belong in new home.


    comments how the process to become apart of the sanctuary is easier than expect. the system has flaws, major flaws, but why fix what can bring some spice to overly comfortable lives? boy introduces himself as rosepaw and has too many surnames to begin listing, scarcely remember them as it is. simple name to keep in memory and files it away to remember for future interactions. then goes to question dead girl’s name and hides grin when looking off to the side.


    interest peaks when sweets are mentioned to commemorate as of result of being accepted and declares feelings to be hurt if participation didn’t happen.. ”oh?” barely above a whisper is it breathed out, soft smile spreads across sharp features. boy of sugary sweets pips up to reveal it’s all but a joke and hygge releases a faint chuckle. ”if you don’t like any that you pick i’ll gladly take it.” velvety voice light and teasing towards chicagocrimes and rests coffee and milk gaze on rosepaw. ”what a delight. pleasure to meet you, rosepaw,” melodic and silky are the words, ”my name is hygge. have you always travelled with a satchel of sweets?”