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    He lay in a crevice of the gorge, tails swinging beneath him as though they had a mind of their own. Today was oddly peaceful, in his opinion. It never occurred to him that he'd ever have a calm day in his life since he'd wandered off from the rest of his family. Hell, he didn't even know who most of his family was. He missed Ceto and Sonder, and most of all he missed Doc. 'Jesus. What am I going to do?' The kitsune put a paw to his forehead, eyes squinting in thought. The cold weather made him anxious. He wasn't sure why it did, but every single aspect of it made him want to throw up. He created a small fence of electricity around him, trying to heat up his slicked down fur in high hopes it would ease him. 'What would I give to hurt something right now,' he thought, his blue eyes aglow as a surge of white hot anger shocked him. God oh god, he hated the feeling. Maybe he'd stretch his legs a little, meet a few of the people around. Despite residing here for some time, Trance never really got involved in much, he couldn't bear socialization in these conditions.


    /fRICK, its slightly rushed bc DINNER

    The crackling of electricity was what got his attention. If that were not the case, the ebony pelted leopard would have easily ignored the kitsune and walked past them to continue doing whatever he had in mind. Dull olive eyes were fixed on Trance, watching the flickering and popping of the element as the kitsune manipulated it. Was it voluntary? He couldn't tell and in his opinion, it looked like a power mishap especially when taking into account the sudden and odd glowing of the stranger's eyes. "Are you new here?" Came a bland question as the young feline approached Trance. He wasn't sure what other things he could have asked and so he stuck with a safe but boring question.

    ➶ — PAVE A ROAD ON THE SHOULDERS OF SOMEBODY ELSE / TAGS

    Here came young Katya, walking with her head high. More so bouncing with pride, really! Katya stumbled, making quite the dramatic entrance as she fell next to her new colorless buddy. "Саша!" she greeted Sasha with a bright smile as she pushed herself back up. She didn't notice Trance at first, she really just thought it would be a day where she'd get to talk to her friends despite the obvious language barrier. As a greeting, she stood on her tippy toes and tried to boop her nose on Sasha's cheek for a greeting. English greetings were quite weird, she decided.

    When she did notice Trance though... Oh boy. The puppy let out a bark, tail standing up and eyes growing wide. "незнакомец!" she did a circle, bouncing on her paws all around the new stranger. Or at least where she could, she could only really prance in front of him. This stranger was really cool! His eyes did the glowy thing- she wanted to do the glowy thing! She held her breath, trying to imitate the color that his eyes emitted. As she got no results she slightly deflated, but almost immediately perked up at the thought of another friend.

    "Katya! You a... You a friend, Да! Katya friend!" she shook her head happily, trying to give Trance the same greeting she gave to Sasha. Her new friend was quite shocking, quite literally and figurately!

    "speech"

    a bittersweet memory of playing in the snow —— tags.

    DON'T YOU LISTEN TO HIM !

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

    Electricity didn't scare him, it should have but perhaps since he could control it also he was unafraid. Was he impervious? Perhaps, he also hadn't many chances to try that theory out. He didn't think to use it to warm himself, though, but instead usually used it to spark a fire and use that for warmth. Was this short-cut beneficial? He was about to find out. The muddy-brown, sickening thin wolf padded over, tipping his head in confusion once he had taken a seat and watched the bouncing Russian girl give each of them greeting kisses on the cheeks. Katya certainly was a breath of fresh air around here, and Trash liked seeing a bouncy little ball of pep now and again. "If you're cold, you can always choose a cell in the prison to get out of the rain. There should also be plenty of blankets in the stock rooms, if not we can always raid for some," he said, flashing yellowed teeth in a grin.

    TRAPPED UNDER ICE, COMFORTABLY COLD, I'VE GONE AS LOW AS YOU CAN GO — TAGS

    There were... people. Hmph. He shut the electricity off. The kitsune raised his head and lazily opened an eye wider, peering at the three before him. Was it three? He couldn't exactly count correctly at the moment. "Hello," he mumbled slightly, directing his attention towards Sasha. "Not new here no, just... haven't been around. Things to do, places to see, people to be." He huffed a very unenthused chuckle. His attention was now sharply upon the second one who had arrived, his breath catching in his throat. 'Russian?' he thought, his eyes wider now as he uncomfortably moved in his position. She'd poked her nose into his cheek, which if he was correct was her way of greeting others. She was his friend? "I don't understand what... you're saying," he said dismally, his lips askew. And finally the third of the group, one interesting looking fellow. "I... should. But my thing is that I enjoy the outside too much to be stuffed in a box all day. A blanket doesn't sound too bad, I think, but I'll pass on the offer," an ear twitched as the other mentioned about raiding a place for one. It seemed a bit excessive to keep one person warm. "What are all your names, might I ask? Besides... Katya's..."

    Where Trash went, Gray was not that far behind. This was mostly because they were smart enough to know that sticking close to the male ( despite him being their captor and all ) would warn off any Exilers who might be looking for someone to "play around" with. Trash was oddly fond of them for some reason, so the kitsune guessed it wouldn't be too bad to stick around the emaciated creature for the duration of their stay. The white Paladin Trainee sighs quietly as they stop by the deputy's leg, gazing tentatively up at Trance with the faintest of curiosity lingering in their pink colored optics. This guy was kind of... scary-looking ( though, to them, all of them were sort of scary-looking ) with the way his eyes glowed blue and the electricity that crackled off of him. "W-Well... I'm Gray. I'm from BlizzardClan, and I don't really live here." They speak, finally, their sweet voice trembling with anxiety as they subconsciously press up against Trash for warmth. Geez, why was it so cold out here anyways?

    DON'T YOU LISTEN TO HIM !

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

    Trash understood the need to be under and open sky as many a night in his younger moons he had felt the same, often sleeping in shallow dugouts he had hap-hazardly made moments before crashing into a two day-long slumber. But even the rainy days and the snowy days had sent him indoors. His fur jad grown thick to protect his extremely emaciated form but he wasn’t completely impervious to the cold. He chuckled, “I guess I’m just a fair-weather maiden, then,” the lupine said with a grin to signify he was joking, but he was at least half-honest in saying so. “The name’s Trash, Gunslinger and Moonshiner. Basically, no matter what your issue, I can assist,” he flashed yellowed teeth in a grin. His attention turned to Grayskies when they approached. Look at that! Scared of their own shadow and still wandering about the Exiles like they were one of them. Perhaps Trash could get them comfortable enough to stay for good. “How’s it hangin’ kiddo?” the muddy-brown wolf would ask, the leg the alabaster kitsune pressed into instinctively lifted so he could allow and gently pull the chilly Blizzardclanner between his front paws and into the warm crevice created by his sitting body. That ought to keep them warm.

    Katya seemed to be an omnipresent being, not that he was complaining. The young girl brought a lot of life to this dreary place he now called home, and though he was taken aback by the physical gesture of greeting from the energetic Russian, he couldn't help but grin and offer the same back. The two of them barely knew each other but he could feel the young canine growing on him already. "Hey Katya," the ebony pelted feline returned to the girl before taking note of Trance's response. Hasn't been around? That was understandable. "I'm Sasha," the wildcat replied simply before launching another inquiry at the formerly electricity wreathed male, "and you are?" They honestly seemed pleasant enough, perhaps guarded but he wouldn't blame anyone for being that way, "if you're still cold, why not set something on fire?"

    ➶ — PAVE A ROAD ON THE SHOULDERS OF SOMEBODY ELSE / TAGS

    TRAPPED UNDER ICE, COMFORTABLY COLD, I'VE GONE AS LOW AS YOU CAN GO — TAGS

    Trash, huh? What a miserable name to have. The kitsune huffed, a chuckle escaping him as he gave a toothy grin. "Pleasure's all mine," he said. "I'll let you know if I need anything." Sasha then greeted himself, to which Trance nodded in acknowledgement. 'Bizarre name,' he thought. 'Not as bizarre as Trash, however.' "Name's Trance," he added, after realizing he had indeed forgotten to introduce himself. "Trance Armada Ludwig-Xerxes. Long name, don't bother with it. Call me Trance, not Trace or Tracey, or any of odds-to-edds concoction you got. Nicknames are a little risky if you're not clever enough to dish 'em." He cocked a brow and squinted an eye, as though he was aiming at something, swinging his tails idly. "Setting things on fire is a little too out of bounds in my books. I'm not a destructive force. I like fixing things, not breaking them."