he had known about this place. known about a place that was like the exiles, but much worse. the remains of whatever glory said clan used to have- as if all the danger and rot and ruin in that place had all but sucked dry, and went to this place instead. it was a sight to behold, even if he wasn't there to witness it. it peaked his interest, and if the commander didn't have a task to accomplish, he would of still checked the area out. curiosity got the better of him, he supposed.
his wings folded neatly to his sides, the unidentifiable large feline found himself at the border. a border that smelled of rot and viscera- he wrinkled his nose at it, instinctively. his left front leg, which was made entirely of metal, was quivering with anticipation. he knew to look extensively into what the ascendancy did for initiation. though it didn't sound logical at all (good job, stupid group. you're injuring all of your valuable fighters. just weakening them for war.), the masked man he couldn't just ignore it. so with an exasperated sigh, he would wait, readying himself for the moment someone would attack him with malicious intent in mind.