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    ❝ THE WAY YOU KISS ME ❞ The gryphon made his way along the gorge, blue eyes glowing with excitement. For so long, he had been alone. Without a place to call home. He was young, full of the excitement that all young adults get with the prospect of meeting new people. Yes, he had heard of the Exiles. Yes, he knew what they were like, and no, it didn't scare him.. Not really, anyways.


    Blackchoir stopped suddenly, unsure of where exactly to go. He didn't know how groups worked. The cult that had raised him had been very isolated, and they never taught him how the groups worked. They had only told him to avoid them, since the groups didn't uphold the beliefs that his cult had had. The cult he had been a part of was long gone. Wiped out by a sickness that mother nature had released upon them. Blackchoir had been distraught, but he had to let go of his hold life, and his old ways. It was time to start new, and make something of himself.

    It was almost convenient how Helios had once again been forced into yet another body. This one being a serval body. What were the fucking odds that just a few days after exploding into a mass of organs, flesh, and fur and being forced into a dragon body he was now in yet another body. At some point Zeis would need to make it clear that they had no clue what the hell they were doing to this poor fucking kid. Fucking fuck. But he wasn't complaining, all the better to live here under an alias. Although he already had his doubts. Whatever, the young man would deal with his problems as they arose. Just like how he had unconsciously dealt with his birth body and had caused it to rip itself apart from the inside out. He would unconsciously once again forced himself into a body better adapted for whatever problem came to him, and it seemed this was the one. Slinking over on spotted legs he glanced up from under the shade of his oversized ears and dipped his head to the griffin before him. "Evening, what is it you need?" He questioned in what he had scrounged up as his most formal sentence ever.

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    DON'T YOU LISTEN TO HIM !

    ☾･ﾟthe best advice that i've been given, but i guess i didn't listen

    The Moonshiner would approached through the shadows, sickeningly emaciated muddy-brown wolf coming to stand next to Helios who he knew as Haakon. At first, he didn't question anything, however his brow drew together and Tiffany blue eyes shifted down to the serval at his side. "Weren't you like.. twenty feet tall?" asked the wolf before shaking his head. He supposed it really didn't matter; maybe Balthazar wouldn't be so unnerved by Haakon now. The wolf shrugged, whatever his reason for adopting the serval form it was his reason and Trash had to admit that he didn't really care what it was.


    Anyway, they were here for the gryphon looking rather confused near their border. He hadn't seen many of those--had he seen any at all? Trash couldn't recall a time he interacted with one so perhaps today was a first! Heights really made him nauseous, so flying wasn't his game at all, but he still thought he'd look cool with wings. "You got a name, stranger?" he called in addition to Haakon's greeting.

    Softvelvet shortly made himself present, having happened across the duo while he was merely strolling by. It was Trash's voice that had drawn forth the curiosity within the natural beauty, and as he came closer he noticed that they were confronting an unfamiliar figure. Ah, a griffin. It had been some time since he saw such an creature. In the Korin Empire, they were usually a rare sighting and when one did see one they figured it was a sign of good luck to come - a future full of adventure. They usually didn't talk, however, and this one seemed somewhat... civilized. At least he hoped it was. The Gravedigger settles at Trash's side, absentmindedly leaning up against the much taller Moonshiner as he wavers a paw in greeting at Blackchoir. "Hello there, hun." He greets, tired, a small smile blooming across golden marked features.

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    It was almost cute, in a way, how the young stranger seemed to be so excited. Karma wasn't quite sure what there was to be so excited about. It was common knowledge that the Exiles was filled with nasty people, hospitable and welcoming, yes, but still nasty. Maybe it was just the kind of excitement that came along with being young, a high which Karma hadn't felt in a while now. "Hey kid," Karma drawled, his voice a little neutral. "This is the Exiles, if you didn't already know."


    ❝ THE WAY YOU KISS ME ❞ He blinked before straightening up and holding his head high. "The name's Blackchoir, and I'm here to join. And yes.. I'm well aware that this is the Exiles. Been watching this place from a distance for a while now, and decided to join just recently." Maybe he was talking too much, but the thought didn't really cross his mind. It didn't matter anyways. There was nothing wrong with watching from afar, really. The gryphon smiled at the people gathered around him before fluffing his feathers out to appear a little bigger. He had been the runt of his clutch, so he was a little bit on the smaller side.

    Dipping his head calmly the serval fixed his apathetic golden stare onto Blackchoir. Up until now Helios had been the newest addition to the Exiles. So now that he wasn't the newest person around he felt a bit better. Hardly, but a bit. Rolling his stiff shoulders the young serval spoke, "Well, I can't turn you away, so welcome. I'm Haakan, it's a pleasure." Turning away the serval shuffled to the back of the crowd to allow for others to introduce themselves and ask questions to the griffon. Helios couldn't help but smirk a bit as Blackchoir made himself appear a bit larger as he fluffed out his feathers. Helios understood how easy it was to grow intimidated when being such a small creature. But for Helios in his new body, the griffon towered over him. Had Helios been in his dragon body he would've towered over everyone in the group. Recalling Trash's question he fixed a falsely confused gaze onto him. "No? I don't recall."

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