used to meet me in the eastside [open/joining]

^{✦ ✦ WHEN EVERYONE YOU THOUGHT YOU KNEW}

^{DESERTS YOUR FIGHT, I'LL GO WITH YOU ✦ ✦}

^{It wasn't quite accurate to say that one place was as good as any other when it came to serving his needs, mainly because a good chunk of the existing world belonged to the sort of people he despised- anticlans. And so in that regard at least, some options were bound to be more to his taste than others. On the whole, though, out of the clans that were liable to play host to him none particularly stood out as anything special or important, and each would have been just as promising as the next. Just how promising that was still had yet to be decided by the young lynx hybrid, because while all the tools and oppurtunities he needed st presented in each group, so to did the challenges and blockades he would have to overcome to see the other things through. And since Damian had been raised to see the best possabilities for any outcome, he had also been trained to be prepared for the worst, and he knew that this place might not work out just as much as it might turn into his permenant home. It was just hard to say this early on was all.}

^{It was around nine o'clock and the sun had set a short while back, leaving the earth to cool in the gentle breeze that seemed to push him ever so softly in the direction he wished to go. If he'd been the sort of person to believe in stupid things like signs or destiny he might have seen this as a good omen. Instead he found himself annoyed that his scent would preceed his arrival at the border, and resented the thought of someone already being there waiting to intercept him. He momentarily thought about changing his course to approach from a different direction, but it was getting late and he knew there was no real need for it. This would be his clan after all, and aside from that he knew the Rogues weren't the sort to jump an innocent loner at the border. Not that he was such, but they had no way of knowing otherwise, has no way of knowing the terrible things a young person like himself had already done in such a short lifespan. The only thing they might find out of the ordinary aside from his wolf-like size was the fact that he was unusually serious for an apprentice, and remarkably talented in a number of potentially alarming subjects. Other than that, he was just some kid that was looking to join a clan.}

^{The minutes went by as he walked, and he did his best to try and relax. For as confident as he could be in just about any situation, he'd recently found himself having to overcome some inner-conflicts that were doing their damndest to cloud his judgement. As you could imagine this had been a growing frustration for the young lynx if only because he'd been raised to always trust his instincts. And that's what he'd been trying to do. Damian had learned early on in lie that he had a very good sense of instinct and it had never let him down before. So to suddenly have the creeping sensation that he wasn't making the right choices was as aggrivating as it was unsettling, and it had ultimately been the catalyst in all of the decisions he'd been making lately. The only things he knew for certain was that he couldn't become like either of his parents, not his evil mother or his foolish father. He'd been made into a dangerous weapon by the former and then wielded by the latter, but both had been using him. Both had spent the majority of his lifetime trying to using him for their own purposes, as very different as they were, but neither had been able to see the big picture and in the end he'd had to forge his own path. He could neither accept his mothers endless tyranny nor his fathers flawed sense of mercy toward his most vile criminal enemies. They were extremes that couldn't seem to find the balance that appeared so clearly to him, and Damian alone walked the middle ground that would allow him to do what neither of his parents could.}

^{Eventually the melanistic lynx found the border. It wasn't hard seeing as the meadow suddenly gave way to a thick wall of trees, the belt stretching out to his left and right in and endless sea of dark bark and green canopies. One might have expected the late evening darkness to bring a sort of qiuet with it and yet there was no sense of that here. Instead the soft breeze that had almost been guiding him was causing a ceaseless rustling or leaves as the closely knit branches of the trees swayed in the wind. Hopeully the camp wasn't so noisy. He was satisfied to see that nobody had beat him to the border though, and the shadow colored feline took a seat and began to scan the treeline ahead of him, prepared to wait with minor to moderate impatience for someone to find him.}

^{✦ ✦ IF YOU'RE SURROUNDED AND UP AGAINST A WALL,}

^{I'LL SHRED 'EM ALL AND GO WITH YOU, I'LL GO WITH YOU ✦ ✦}

^{He supposed it wasn't too long that he was kept waiting at the border, and for that the onyx youth was greatful. He wanted to get his new life going as soon as possible, wanted to shake loose the oppressive shackles of his parents, and the only thing standing between him and it was the need to be formally accepted by the members here. Soon enough though a pair of domestics were slipping past the dark edge of the forests boundary to approach him, one looking momentarily surprised by his presence but revocering quickly enough to address him before her companion. While Damian had never formally been a part of a clan before he was a very educated young man who through studies had gained a knowledge of the clan that was supperior to many other loners and rogues. Thus, he knew what to expect when the pair parted their lips to speak to him.}

^{"'I've come to join your group. My name is Damian Wayne, and it's nice to meet you both."}

^{While his words were not unfriendly there was undeniably a bluntness to them, and the tight-lipped smile and nod were curt and formal. It was the kind of body language one might expect from an older and more serious man, but not the sort of thing you'd typically see an apprentice doing. Damian had never been a typical boy, though and the life he'd lived up until now had been a far cry from an average upbringing. It was really no wonder that he was the way he was once you knew all the facts, but seldom did the green eyed feline allow that to happen.}

^{✦ ✦ IF YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A LIONS DEN,}

^{I'LL PULL MY PIN AND JUMP RIGHT IN ✦ ✦}

^{The people seemed nice enough which was definitely a good thing seeing as how Damian didn't have much patience for people who carried around an unneccesarry attitude. Then again, Damian didn't have much patience for most things, so he was sure sooner or later he'd find something to bug him. Still, points for decent people it would seem. "Thank you, I'm glad to be here." he'd say in return to their words of welcome, a tight lipped smile on his face before he turned his eyes toward the boy who'd offered him a tour. Instinctively he'd been about to turn the offer down simply because he wasn't the sort of person who liked to take help from others, but on second thought, reconsidered. He'd come here because he didn't want to work alone anymore, so sooner or later he'd have to start accepting these kinds of things anyways. "And a tour would be nice, Crownpaw." he'd say as his gaze shifted to land on the white feline.}

^{[OOC- thank you <3]}