I have no idea what I'm doing | joining

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    Maplesugar couldn't do anything right. Ever. I mean, ever.


    The she-cat strode around the at the edges of the Sanguine Ruin's territory, vacillating. The sound of birds singing in the air caused the femme's triangular ears to rotate and swivel frantically, and as she tilted her gaze towards the sky, she heaved a sigh. Cloudy. With the lack of sunlight, her normally olive green and golden luminaries just seemed dull, turning a dirty shade of mucky, grimy green.


    The athletic chocolate smoke shuffled her paws in an anxious motion. Her fur, soft as feather down, was heavy with the water-saturated air; in the desert, this must've been rare, she was sure. What brought here here? What brought her to this moment, to the terrifying decision she was still trying to make? Before this she, was a bit of a loner and her story was admittedly quite sad. She wasn't wanted. She didn't belong. It seemed her life was a never-ending sequence of abusive situations. She had escaped her monstrous mother, before then running into the embrace of a series of cruel and nightmarish men. Not long after eluding them, she found herself prisoner to two loners who brutalized her and forced her into slave labor. She was sick of people. She was sick of the abuse. She was sick of feeling so... inadequate. But, perhaps some company would be nice? Maybe this time, she was due for a stroke of good luck?


    The Sanguine Ruins were, in a word, rough. She knew that going into this. So why was she even considering it as an option? Why would this be the place that would turn her life around and have her take control? Her luminaries squinted in the direction of the heart of the territory, as though sizing up a challenging opponent. Was this the right choice, or was she walking from the seventh circle of hell and straight into the eighth?


    This... this feels like a mistake. What the hell am I doing here?

    At Bellona's own joining, she didn't have much of a choice. Fate decided to throw her head first into one of the most gruesome clans of Agrelos.


    And Bellona thrived.


    She had hope for newcomers to embrace it as she had. The lioness always made sure to be proper and welcoming to whatever poor soul showed up on the boarder. That is, if they were friendly in return. She padded over to the small she-cat, flicking her tail side to side.


    Of course, the bitter cold and hellish lifestyle of the Ruins wasn't for everyone. She truly hoped that wouldn't be the case for this stranger. Just by looking at her, Lola was intrigued. "What are you doing here? State your name." Her voice was strong yet calm. She didn't want to seem hostile to the stranger, but she also didn't want someone hostile to be allowed in.

    Maplesugar realized she had still been squinting like she was nearly blind and felt a bit ridiculous. Giving her chest fur a couple quick strokes, she tried to regain some degree of decorum. Politely, she dipped her head to the lioness in salutation and rocked to her feet before trotting over at a relaxed pace. "I'm Maplesugar, otherwise known as Maple. Or Sugar. To each their own I guess." The she-cat brushed her aristocratic nose in a casual gesture and slung a sideways smile across her maw. It's now or never.Taking a breath of the desert air, she finally found the words. Mistake or not, I'm here now I guess. "So... what does a girl need to do around here to join?"

    She liked her name. It was simple and sweet. The lioness offered a gentle grin to the newcomer, grateful that she wasn't a hostile target. She didn't feel like kicking someones ass right now.


    "Welcome, Maple. You're accepted into our clan. But if you'd like to prove yourself, we do have Trials every now and then." The lioness welcomed with a brief dip of her head. "My name is Bellona. I'm a Third Tier here, so if you have any questions, just ask." She mewed with a nod. This she-cat was very kind, as far as she could tell. She'd be a wonderful addition to the Ruins. The lioness was glad to have her here.

    Trials, huh? Maple made a mental note and nodded her head, as if to say 'hm, I'll have to look into that'. Relief washed over her at the news of automatic acceptance. That wasn't going to be enough in her opinion though; she'd need to earn her keep in some way. "It's really nice to meet you Bellona." The femme was impressed with the feline's statuesque physique and sidled up beside her with some slight trepidation. "I appreciate the warm welcome, and I'll definitely take you up on that offer." Giving a stretch, Maple resumed full height and shook off the dust beginning to gather on her pelt like desert snow. "If you don't mind my asking, how did you end up here?" After all the lioness seemed... well, really nice.

    He moved forth with a serpentine grace not at all hindered by the faraway touch to his sightless eyes. Whereas Lola may have been a strong presence of friendly warmth, Ezra was more attuned to the desert chill, merely arriving on the scene to pick up the pace alongside the present duo. Sometimes there bloomed a certain goodness to the creatures dwelling in traditionally dark abodes, but they needed to be strong to maintain their integrity; the world had a way of tearing people down. “Hello, Sugar. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the Priest greeted readily, face angled toward the spiffy newcomer. He gave her a smooth smile across his pale maw, the edges of his milky eyes crinkling. Had he been listening the whole time? “My name is Ezra Harbringer. You can ask me about one of those devoted tasks at any time, if you’re so inclined.” The skull over his face shifted slightly as he tilted his head.


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    Wilhelmina was the third Ruiner to arrive at the scene, the three-legged she-cat having been near enough prior to grasp the gist of the conversation thus far. This cat, Maplesugar, was being welcomed into the clan. It was always nice to see new faces around, and the clan had grown quite a bit recently. "Welcome to the Sanguine Ruins, Maple," she said, obliging in using the fem's prefix as a nickname. "I'm Wilhelmina, but I also go by Billie." And apparently Wil, and Willy, and Minnie. Sweetheart from Ezra, Miss from Nadine. She wasn't sure when or how she'd accumulated so many nicknames, but she supposed that went along with adopting a longer name. . . Once upon a time, she had been known simply as Billie Jean, but had taken Wilhelmina as a surname while making Jean strictly a middle name. She'd thought Billie would be the go-to nickname everyone would use for her, but it hadn't turned out that way. "Ezra and I are physicians here, so don't be afraid to scout us out if you're sick or injured," she added with a gesture to the Harbringer.

    Maple turned to the two newcomers and beamed warmly at them. At the mention of them being physicians, a bit of relief washed over her once more. It seemed the stereotypes of them all being warmongering, bloodthirsty, predatory beasts was... far from the truth. A pleasant surprise indeed. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ezra and Billie. And thank you!" The lean vixen turned her olive green and gold tinged gaze to them respectively at the mention of their names, but then settled upon Ezra. "If you could fill me in on the tasks now actually, I'd really appreciate it." Admittedly, the feline was eager to get a move on; this had already been an incredible amount of progress, but she didn't want to stop there. Maple want to feel in control of her destiny for once. She wanted to make a difference, be helpful. Perhaps, what she wanted most and refused to admit to herself, was that she wanted approval.

    Eager was this one, it appeared. Ezra’s lopsided smile was directed toward Maplesugar as she prattled off excitably at the prospect of a task. It was curious, that touch of determination. What did she feel she had to prove about herself? Usually creatures just meandered along the border, in and out of the clanlife as they pleased, no strings attached. Maple wanted more than that, though. Perhaps it was insecurity, or maybe it was suspicion — something in her head made her say how high? when he told her to jump. Needless to say, that was a quality that someone like Ezra rather fancied.


    “Hold your horses, Sugar,” he started off smoothly, a bit of a laugh bubbling up from his words. “If you really want to be considered Devoted, then you’ll have to complete more than just a little task off the top of my head.” To be Devoted is to pledge allegiance to the Red God and everything that the Sanguine Ruins serves to stand for. If this newcomer wanted a piece of that then he would be happy to oblige her, but first she needed to know what exactly she was signing up for.


    Ezra leaned back a bit, looking satisfied with her answer nonetheless. He shrugged. “Start small. Catch some dinner, make some weapons, clean up the pyramids. Once you get settled I’ll be happy to talk.” With a lean, serpentine grin stretched over his face, the Priest left her with his only advice before he turned and slipped away, into the desert.


    // out + if maple wants a task I can make them a thread!! :)


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    The athletic chocolate smoke listened to Ezra with wide eyes, soaking in all this new information like a sponge. If she was gonna join and throw herself into the deep end, she wasn't planning on giving anything less than her all. If she was going to do it, she was gonna do it right. Devoted. The word rang through her ears and reverberated through her soul. Could she be described that way? Had she ever been... devoted? When those two men in her past bulldozed their way into her life, she called it fate and a blessing. She knew they were awful to her. She knew that it wasn't true love; and yet, she called it that. Why? Why had she settled, why had she allowed herself to be degraded for so many moons? Was acceptance devotion? Was settling devotion? Choosing to stick around, to give your very best, and to be faithful when you knew the other person wouldn't show you a shred of even the most basic kindness?


    Maplesugar pondered this. Who was the Red God? Was he, perhaps, the one who had led her here? Or was that her just trying to convince herself of things once again? Perhaps this was something she could discuss with Ezra; after all, he was a priest, right? He would be the one to know these things, to see this God's works firsthand. If she was devoted, would she be enough?


    At Ezra's suggestion to hop to it, the femme nodded. "Thanks, I think that's a good idea. I'm starving anyways."


    // ooc yes! I think they could have a really good philosophical discussion going and she could also do some tasks. I would love that! Also, how do you neatly center your text like that? And is Ezra based on the Beast from Over the Garden Wall?



    Wilhelmina isn't sure what to think about the Red God, and she falls silent as Ezra and Maplesugar converse about it. The priest warns her that being devoted is no simple task, and the grey fem wears an expression that is almost disapproving as she accepts that warning as reality. The green-eyed healer thought him to be a vengeful deity, not one of holiness that brought anything special and true to the Ruiners - He did nothing for their benefit, that is. He was hungry, ravenous, and demanded sacrifices to appease him lest they face his wrath. A malicious presence, Billie believed he existed but did not believe in him. Eyes betraying weariness would flicker back to Maple, who seemed to determined to take this task and prove herself a devout follower. But Billie was certain that she did not know what she was getting into.

    "Well," she said after a long moment, watching Ezra depart. "Like he said, get something to eat and make yourself at home. Don't hesitate to find somebody if you need help with something." Her tone is kind, but distant with a multitude of thoughts and she would cast their newest warrior a half-smile before beginning the trek back to the ice pyramids herself, offering a final wave of her tail before she disappears behind a frozen dune.

    / out!! welcome <3