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★ ★ ★ enjolras was certainly not much of a sight compared to evanora. fluffy white fur splotched with grey, a few scars, and a feathered necklace. he wasn't one for flashy accessories and liked to keep things simple. in his old body, perhaps he might've earned a few more glances over his long legs and large ears. this body was just a dainty ragdoll. simple, and down to the point. he had joined the rogues just a day previous, but he knew the motions of the clans and therefore felt no worry about greeting a newcomer.
he did, however, worry about communication. he was slowly learning to read lips, but it was shoddy at best. with a soft sigh, he would offer the witch a tired smile as bright blue visionaries scanned her over. "bonjour," he said, doing his best to keep his tone even and at a somewhat normal volume. "i'm enjolras. can i help you?" the best thing he could do was speak with at least some confidence, and hopefully the former serval would be able to get by.
things were better in a body without the stingy restrictions of childhood. 14 moons, a year and two months. the body cerulean inhabited was a lie. he had been born not more than 4 months ago. his childlike demeanor shown through his matured body.
these three characters, three real adults at that, had recently joined their ranks, or were on the way to do just that. two wolves, two cats. what were the odds. one of them particularly witchy looking sparking cerulean's interest which could not be said to be a good thing. the character whom was already a member of his group cerulean did not quite know the name of, nor did he particularly care. well, he may have cared if he were to figure out that the she-body was in fact inhabited by a male soul, but that was a point for another day.
"hello, you three~" the feline purred as he approached, a childlike grin on his maw, "have you all started the party without me?" cerulean finished with a small tip of his head, clearly questioning the situation in some overt manner.
★ ★ ★ the ragdoll had scented cerulean's approach, yet was still surprised to actually see him join their group. eyes widened just slightly and his ears flicked. what had the male said? he hadn't been able to read his lips, and only somewhat grasped the last few words of his question. "a...party?" he inquired for clarification, blue eyes resting on cer's maw as he waited for a response and voice slightly higher than intended. he fluffed up his fur slightly, feeling embarrassment wash over him as his lack of understanding.
member of the BHR
"TELL ME YOUR PROBLEMS,
I'LL CHASE THEM AWAY"
December had settled in well since he'd first arrived, but that could go without saying. From the day he'd showerd up on their borders December had seemed determined to fit in here, to make himself a true Rogue and to call the land around him 'home'.The large, lithe canine had long since familiarized himself with the borders of his new territory and was out on a solo patrol when he caught the scent of others. Interest piqued, December would quickly make his way in their direction, eventually coming across a group of his clanmates with a stranger.
"Hey guys, who's yout friend?" the young male would ask, not unfriendly, before turning his blue eyes to the hat-wearing female. "I'm Decemberlights, by the way."
a young lupurca hybrid of roughly 11 months, December is unusually small for his species, almost certainly a runt from his litter, and yet despite his smaller, leaner frame he is clearly in good health with an active look to him. he's slightly larger than your average wolf, leaving him easily bigger than any dog, and yet still very undersized for his own species. his fur is mid length and mainly black with random gold brindling throughout it, making him look like a miniature version of his father.
Loyal To A Fault - Social - Loves To Play - Energetic
Naive - Wears His Heart On His Sleeve - Protective - Hard Working
Short Tempered - Proud - A Fighter - Jealous
December is a lively spirit, in to make things easy. He isn't the sort to be discouraged or depressed or caught laying about, and seems to always be brimming with energy. He is often found with a cheerful grin on his lips and a gentle wag in his tail, and appears to have a strong moral compass and desire to see justice done. He is known to have great pride in his heritage and will fiercely defend it and his family, and despite being such a kind-hearted person he isn't afraid to sink his teeth into his enemies or chase off those that would threaten the people he cares about.
Other Important Info
was raised entirely by Fourthwall, carries his core morals (only hurt bad people), is extremely protective of his family and will become hostile towards those that speak ill of them, wishes to redeem his families tarnished name
you just like the chase to be real
The woman came over next. Silently watching the others with curious eyes. She would simply watch and wait. Wanting to see this play out. After all, she was sure it would be fine.
speaking - tags
it doesn't matter anyway