the dance : joining

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    It was a pity her father’s group hadn’t worked out for her. It had been some time since she fully embraced group life. Solaris Kingdom hadn’t been the one for her, or so she believed. They were too... soft. She had to reside in another group with differing morals, one that was on the other end of the spectrum, and that clan was the Exiles. From what she knew of them, they were vastly different from the Solaris Kingdom. Every group loathed them for their murderous natures and loose morals, or so she had heard. Nostrovia didn’t mind the murder, even if it was without intention. She wasn’t the type to do such a thing, or even hurt another for no reason, but she wanted something else in life. The Solaris Kingdom hadn’t been that.


    Nos’ golden optics flickered across the territory that lead into the Exiles’ territory, eyes narrowed and unimpressed. She furrowed her nonexistent brows and pursed her lips, teeth grit beneath them. The caracal stepped forwardly with confidence, though soon halted once more when she reached the border. She was here, but no one else was. Nostrovia released a snort through her nose, ears twitching as the sounds of animals rang about her. At least there was life here. The desert of the Kingdom had been quite.. harsh. Water was scarce, as was prey. For someone of her size, she needed the meals to keep her stature. It was her pride.


    For now, she would simply wait.

    If it was extreme killing and cussing Nostrovia was looking for, well it was unfortunate that Nero was here first. The girl was the opposite, rather she was friendly, a tad bit shy and willing to do whatever she could to make whoever owned her happy. Quite the opposite, it seemed. Truthfully Nero had been lost when she stumbled into Nos, but no one else had to know that. The beautiful border collie could look for gifts for Naranel some other time, but she’d be sure to do it. Naranel deserved it after all, the sheep feline hybrid was so kind to her! Blinking her soft brown eyes, Nero gave a friendly wag of her tail to the caracal.


    “Hello there! Can I help you?” The usual shyness had vanished when she realized that no one else was around. Nero would have to take charge here, and so she did. Clad in her brown leather collar, the collie took a seat and watched the newcomer with almost gentle oculars. Surely she’d be able to do something to help whoever this was.

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    s. maida


    As far as Scott was concerned, anyone who joined the Exiles in hopes of living in peace, or without having to witness violence, was stupid, or just hadn't done their homework. It wasn't hard to find out how harsh the group was. He'd known for a long time before even joining, before he ever would have been able to join. Stories traveled far in the mouths of loners, and his old home had introduced him to a lot of loners from a lot of places. The Exiles was not a kind group. He'd known that when he joined. It was a cruel place that anyone with a brain wouldn't want to come across, unless they wanted to pledge their loyalty to the place.


    If he'd known why Nostrovia was there, he would've confirmed that she was in the perfect place. The winged wolf made his way over, glancing at his roguemate before looking back to the caracal. He assumed she was a joiner. That was the only reason anyone ever showed up to the Exiles alone. But it seemed someone else already had the situation handled, so he would stand back, waiting for a response.




    (c)trexgirl

    Contrary to popular belief, the majority of the Exiles was made up of "regular" creatures who weren't extremely into violence and destruction. Of course, this clan had risen from the ground with their morals, or lack thereof, centered around pure evil but those days had passed. The Exiles had changed, morphed, and evolved into something that was more accessible to the average being. Theses canyons were simply a home for any free spirited creature who desired to do what they wished. However, he did note that there were a few bloodthirsty folk who attracted enough raids and constant war for the Exiles to still be somewhat on the political map. So, he would consider their standing as moderate if anything.

    Joining the two roguemates of his, the feline offered them a nod of acknowledgement before his drab olive hues focused on the caracal, a stranger to their lands. She was a large specimen though it was obvious that she was still young. "Hey," he offered a simple greeting before falling silent, waiting for an answer to Nero's question.

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