when it crumbles // joiner

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    *:･ﾟ➵ Did she truly have to leave another group, already? It seemed the golden serval never truly stayed in one place for a long time, perhaps due to a fear of becoming attached. The never-aging female had made her way to the border and the territory was rather nice: a place of floating islands. There was something enchanting about it. Sitting down, she calls out. "I'm Writtenwish, may I join?"


    ✧ — Oh god, oh fuck.

    A sequence events: Felix does horrible things in the Sanctuary, runs away forever and changes his identity. Except for the fact that Sitri has stolen his identity. And then all of his family members somehow end up following him to the new group he ended up in even though Video hasn't talked with them in a year?

    It's scary, but he's certainly not going to chase them off. He's .. happy? To see them? Maybe? It just .. complicates things is all.

    "Heeeya Writ, it's ya boy," Video says with a wide grin, shaky paw making an odd flourish. He tilts his head towards her, the side with the feathers, hopes it's enough. He doesn't want to say what his name is, he really doesn't. "Call me Video this time. You're, uh, welcome to stay!" He grins charmingly, floppy ears twitching on his head.

    *:･ﾟ➵ Purple eyes widen, taking in the mutt before her. What in the name of the beautiful roses was THAT? Had he truly ditched his pure serval form for... a mangy mutt? And he's smiling and happy. Sure, he's bigger now but just - what in the fuckhad he been going through? What caused this? When she last saw Sanctuary territory, it was a mess. Is that what caused this? An accident? She hardly wants to think about it.


    Her mouth is agape, ever so slightly, and her eyes are widened. She tries to find the words to say, something befitting royalty and not calling him out upon what he had become. "Ah, of course, sir Video. It's uh, nice to see you again-" Seriously, did he hit his head? Breathe in too much smoke? Why was he speaking like this? "And um, thank you very much?"


    ✦ ✧ ✦ They knew each other? Gliding down beside Video, the winged hybrid looks to Writtenwish with a broad smile. Well, at least someone knew the joiner; perhaps they would feel less alone in the Coven. Aphrodite dips her head with a gentle bow, "Welcome to the Coven." She says, a purr lingering in her tone. "I'm Aphrodite, the leader here. If you ever have questions, I'm always around."