i'm having a real good time / open, dancing

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    It was clear upon arrival that these Ruiners sure needed some positivity, It isn't often that he breaks out the old veils but the traveler supposes that if he is going to really throw himself out there, then he may as well do it with flare. He is a man of passion, especially for his craft, and he takes it very seriously, and so he feels the flowing fabric that drapes from his shoulders move gracefully with every pointed step he takes, feeling a little rusty from traveling but his moves are nonetheless impressive. Some could say that they weren't aware cats could move like that. He wishes, though, that he could be in a more flexible form, but Laslow knows he does not have powers - which is why he tries to make up for it in smiles.


    A skip here and a step there, he spins with optimism and vigor. The boy knows that there will be some that laugh at him, that ride him off with a scoundrel. They can make him insecure but they cannot take away his love. He supposes that is what matters the most. So he stops a moment, looking down at his paws with a bashful smile. He thinks that he is in private on the desert sand, practicing for when he does eventually show his new groupmates his dance, although unaware that it is certainly possible that someone was watching him in that moment.


    "I just want to impress them you know, lift their spirits a little." He murmurs thoughtfully to himself, blushing slightly.


    "speech."



    i'll take the blame for this tragedy —— tags.

    THEY'RE WRITTEN DOWN FOR ALL ETERNITY

    BUT YOU'LL NEVER SEE THE PRICE IT COSTS

    Music and soft footfalls caught Crimson's attention. Curious, the carasune carried herself on alabaster paws towards the source, and what she found was quite interesting. It wasn't often she danced, she'd given up that passion the day her parents were brutally murdered before her very eyes. Now, it sent pangs through her chest but she longed again to follow the rhythm of song once more. Taking a chance, she padded in a hushed tone towards the stranger and fell in line with the beat. It wasn't the same moves as the traveler, but they seemed to flow well with each other and the vampiress' heart sang in rejoice. "I hope you don't mind me joining in."



    "Speech." "Speech."

    ✧ She hated the way to gritty sand felt in her paws, her fur, her mouth, but Incarnadine found herself inexplicably drawn to the desert. Sometimes she finds pleasure in wandering aimlessly, letting her thoughts spiral into an ever tightening coil which is self-fueled and self-sustaining. Most of the time she's simply bored and enjoys the simple luxury of the wind whispering past her ears. It was one of the few times of day she could be harm, what with her own inner turmoil and the building need for blood of the Ruins.


    Which is why the fluttering silk caught her eyes.


    The serval made her way over with light steps and flickering ears, knowing enough by now to be weary. The sight of a stranger and Crimson dancing, both figures lithe and graceful, fills her throat with a feeling she knows is jealousy, but they are so beautiful that her wave of emotion is...sadness. Nadine doesn't say anything for a while, enthralled, but when she does speak her words are measured and cool. Just the way they should be. "I mean, that wouldn't be any fun at my kinda party, but y'all are cute. Don't stop on my account."


    "speech"

    In a way, everything, including his dancing, feels a little odd without the presence of his mother. He sort of wishes that she were here, maybe she could guide him on how to be... well, less of a boy and more like a man. These strangers provide him some sort of amity but something feels like it's missing, which is why when Crimson begins to dance with him, and the body with his mismatched blue eyes notices, he stops for a moment, pensive. He likes that his new groupmates are... taking interest in his hobbies, but letting people in is a little foreign to him, he doesn't know where to begin.


    But then something else comes over him, a small wave of happiness and belonging fills his heart with glee and he is soon elated that there is someone that is okay with him here, so he continues on tip toeing paws, moving around the older Crimson with a dashing smile. Then the music stops and he gives a little chuckle. It wasn't perfect, but he would likely think of it for the rest of the day. "You really carry the spirit of whatever you're doing, very admirable." He compliments, trying not to sound too forward. He wishes he could wink after he says that, but then there is another that approaches him and the blue point now addresses her with the same familiarity that encompasses his trusting nature.


    "Dancing is for everyone, love. It never hurts to try."


    "SPEECH" ☼ TAGS ☼ resides in many clans

    The Walker is not meant for dancing. He was meant to tear into his enemies with teeth and claws and vigor without remorse for the consequences afterward. Yuuki had his own profession, as did Laslow, but he'd never see to it that he used the appendages shaped for war to jump about idiotically or turn around until the world around him spun in accordance. All in all, he is indifferent towards the man's hobbies but there's no reason to shut him down for it, so the Lupurca continues working on his lonesome with trying to preserve his herbs by laying them out in the arid sun, tiredly watching the scene from where he was with dull wine colored eyes.

    ✧✧ FIREFLYCUB DARLING-KILLJOY


    A little giggle escaped the pale-colored tiger as he slipped quickly over to the group of his clanmates, round golden eyes flicking quickly between them all. "What are you doing?" inquired Fireflycub curiously, nostrils flaring slightly as he watched the pair move around strangely. Was it for some sacrifice thing for the Red God? He still had yet to understand that whole religion but it seemed like everything around here had to do with that.



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    golden tiger | has peacock feather tied to tail | 4 moons | "speech" | Colouredclan & Sanguine Ruins

    Rosalie loved kids. Maybe it was some instinct that prepared her to care for any of her own children– after all, Lust had a pretty high chance to become pregnant, considering the, well... everything about her. Nevertheless, she hadn't actually been a mother yet, but she could imagine that the protectiveness for young Ruiners came close to the love a parent had for their child. Maybe.


    "If there are any adults here that wanna dance, I'd be down to have a partner," She offered as she approached, already tracing the pattern of her dance over in her head. Rose had to admit that she liked the willowy performance Laslow and Crim were putting on, but she preferred something a little flashier, a little more sporadic. The lioness began dancing to a beat similar but not identical to the children's, separated from them enough that her steps wouldn't interfere with theirs.