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I'm just going to pop in here real quick to say i'm writing up thia dude's joining thread in the morning c:
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The golden retriever was elated, on top of the world, yet he still found himself wandering around outside the territory of the clan he'd joined. He'd been reunited with his brother in the Elite, and he'd found somewhere to stay, so why was he here? Perhaps it was just that he'd become more adventurous, wanting to figure out even more about the various clans and their ways. He'd spent far too much time in one place.
He was sure someone was somewhere around here, and he was going to draw them out. There had to be someone here, and there was a high chance that they were watching him at the moment. There's also a chance they're unfriendly. Shifting the lollipop in his maw to the other side, his eyes would flit from place to place in the landscape around him, suddenly a bit uncomfortable with his thoughts. What if the creatures who lived here didn't appreciate his presence? If anything decided it was in their best interest to attack him, he was a sitting duck. He'd been having a bit of trouble lately with his 'angel mojo' lately, and he was sure it was obvious. He couldn't teleport nearly as easily, and he hadn't done it for days now. His tank was running on empty, and it was only by sheer luck that he'd even been able to conjure up the lolipop he was currently sucking on. From here on out, it seemed, he'd have to rely solely on the more mortal side of himself, the side that didn't have all the benefits of being a heavenly being. "Hey, anybody here?" Well, that came out stupid, he thought sourly, biting back a groan at his own words.
//this is my take on this dude lmao
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As the other male moved toward him, complaining of his life, the golden retriever couldn't help but chuckle. He was surely old, if he'd been around for decades; perhaps somewhere near the age of Gabriel himself. But that was doubtful, as the only way that could be true would be for the other to be an angel as well, which the canine had already ruled out. He liked to think he'd know if he was in the presence of another angel, though with his...well, everything...being out of whack, who knows how reliable that was? So a corner of his maw twitched upward in a smile as he listened. Harsh places to cross? These lands? "Oh, I'm not all too worried. I can take care of myself out here," he responded, settling onto his haunches as well.
He felt no need to be worried about the cheetah moving closer; the size difference between them wasn't too great, so if needed he could likely hold his own against the stranger. But hopefully it wouldn't come down to a fight--after all, this guy seemed to be benevolent and a bit preoccupied with his own troubles. So he gave a short wag of his tail and asked suddenly, "By the way, what's your name?" His interest was piqued, and he just had to know the stranger's name.
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The explanation of the realm brought back a memory from a long time ago; a few years, he thought, though he could be wrong. It called back memories of dropping douchebags into alternate universes and screwing with their heads, making illusions that were so spot-on even hunters fell for them. Oh, those were the glory days. Back when he was still known as the Trickster, or even back when he was Loki. It'd all been long given upnon in favor of returning to being an archangel, as much as he'd rather stay hidden. He dreaded confrontation, and with his return to who he truly was and couldn't hide from came more and more of them. He never knew what to do--he had to face the truth, he was a fucking coward at heart--in those situations, and the fear of actually, permanently dying was always there, lingering over his head like some kind of cloud.
He'd faked his death plenty of times--three, to be exact. It had been a rather easy feat each time, seeing as he could create numerous complex illusions with a single thought, but now that he seemed more mortal than ever and was in an unfamiliar realm, it was slowly seeping back in. Well, not really seeping, per se, but more like dripping, like a leaky faucet. What if his abilities had taken enough of a nosedive that he was susceptible to dying by more conventional means? What if he never saw any of his brothers again? Sure, many of them he hadn't seen in a long while, but they were still family.
Glancing around himself, the golden-furred dog noticed the shadows beginning to cjrl around him, and his whiskey-colored eyes widened nearly imperceptibly. He now understood what this realm was and what it did, and the fact that he naturally resisted its corruption made him grin. "So the big bad dream realm can't hurt little ol' me?" His tail gave a wag and he would attempt to wave a paw throuh the swirling shadows to test what would happen. "And you, Cainsmark, what've you got to do with it? Because there is no way you know that much about it and don't have any connection," he observed, casually conjuring a lollipopnto suck on. At least one upside to this place was that his conjuration was working flawlessly here, for whatever reason.
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The female's wordlessness caught him a bit off guard. Rude, he wanted to say. But he didn't, as that could bring about a potentially violent outburst from her. He dreaded confrontation, and with his return to who he truly was and couldn't hide from came more and more of them. He never knew what to do--he had to face the truth, he was a fucking coward at heart--in those situations, and the fear of actually, permanently dying was always there, lingering over his head like some kind of cloud.
He'd faked his death plenty of times--three, to be exact. It had been a rather easy feat each time, seeing as he could create numerous complex illusions with a single thought, but now that he seemed more mortal than ever and was living in an unfamiliar place, it was slowly seeping back in. Well, not really seeping, per se, but more like dripping, like a leaky faucet. What if his abilities had taken enough of a nosedive that he was susceptible to dying by more conventional means? What if he never saw any of his brothers again? Sure, many of them he hadn't seen in a long while, but they were still family.
Glancing back up at her from where his eyes had wandered to the ground, the golden-furred dog noticed that she hadn't replied but only stared at him. Frowning slightly, he asked, "What, no name?" The grin stayed on his maw, though it faltered a bit, bordering for a moment on a full-on pout. "You don't seem very talkative," he observed, casually conjuring a lollipop to suck on. At least one upside to this situation was that his conjuration was working flawlessly at the moment, for whatever reason.
//you haven't? you should lmao, they're really good. and i don't mind it, i love her personality!
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The canine had to trot to keep up with the lion, but he honestly didn't mind. It was a minor inconvenience, and one that could be easily overlooked at the moment. The smile on his face was enough to prove that. "Yes, it has. How've you been lately?" Gabriel asked, whiskey-colored eyes shifting to find the mansion in the distance. Was that where Lucifer lived, or the entire clan? If that was the case, he figured this might be more comfortable than he'd anticipated.
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The younger male was over in an instant, a lollipop in his mouth as per usual and a smile on his face. "Alright," he nodded in response--and agreement--with Lucifer's announcement. He saw no problem with it, and besides, he hadn't known the former leader anyway. He wasn't sure exactly how he should respond--should he continue talking, or should he keep quiet.--so he merely settled onto his haunches, brown gaze fixed on the other male.
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The male didn't mind their conversation all that much, merely standing there and chuckling every so often at their antics. He could already tell he was going to like it here. They all seemed fairly laid-back, and they seemed pretty close-knit as well. It could cause him some trouble trying to get to know everyone well, but he would definitely burrow his way in quite easily. When the female who seemed to hold quite a bit of power over the others--since they obeyed her request--spoke, he offered her a grin, taking the chance to reply, "I'm here to join." His words were laced with what could only be called his signature chuckle, and after taking anoher glance around at each of them, he realized that since he'd just stated that he was joining the clan, he should probably state his name as well. "I'm Gabriel, by the way."
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Seasquall, Paris, Blazestar, Lunalight--all unique names, much unlike his own. Gabriel took note of them, nodding to each in acknowledgement. "Seasquall? That's a pretty name. And hello to you too, Paris." But his attention was captured again by the leader--her position was made clear by her name. The archangel thought himself to be fairly educated on the ways clans worked, so he knew what the suffix to the name meant, of course. Who would he be to join a clan without knowing any of their customs, especially one as important as the leader title? "It's nice to meet all of you, too. And no, a tour won't be neccesary. I'm sure I'll figure out my way around eventually." He gave another laugh, mostly because of the irony of it. The only reason he'd ended up here was because he'd gotten off track.
//totally not rushed at all noo what are you talking about
my wifi at home is out so i have to write this all up at school and let me tell you it sucks
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"I'm Gabriel," he introduced himself with a chuckle at the cheetah's closeness as well as the pet name. He, despite being an archangel, had no idea of the other's intentions, though had he known them, he likely wouldn't have done anything anyway. He dreaded confrontation, and with his return to who he truly was and couldn't hide from came more and more of them. He never knew what to do--he had to face the truth, he was a fucking coward at heart--in those situations, and the fear of actually, permanently dying was always there, lingering over his head like some kind of cloud. He'd faked his death plenty of times--three, to be exact. It had been a rather easy feat each time, seeing as he could create numerous complex illusions with a single thought, but now that he seemed more mortal than ever and was living in an unfamiliar place, it was slowly seeping back in. Well, not really seeping, so to speak, but more like dripping, like a leaky faucet. What if his abilities had taken enough of a nosedive that he was susceptible to dying by more conventional means? What if he never saw any of his brothers again? Sure, many of them he hadn't seen in a long while, but they were still family.
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So that was his connection. The realm had chewed him up and spit him out as what he was now, and it was apparent to the canine at this point that for Cain, there was no going back. Well, this conversation was getting deep. He hadn't expected this complete stranger--who he'd met in a dream realm, nonetheless--to be telling him his life story, but it seemed to be just what was happening, so he figured it was a good thing he was a great listener. Or at least he thought himself to be one. Whether that was true or not was debatable, but it made him feel better to say he was, so he went with it.
The way the other male spoke of what were horrible things was a way that Gabriel may have looked down upon had he been someone else--but he wasn't. He could understand how easy it was to put the past behind you if you simply spoke of it in a different manner. That may not have been the feline's intentions, but it was the way the retriever caught the explanation, since it was the way that he could most easily relate to. He'd been running from what he'd done and what (as well as who) he was for so long that there was no way he could speak of them with such unconcern.
"Sounds like some terrible things," he finally said, albeit tentatively. He hoped someone would get here with a record book soon, because this was one of the only times in his long existence--extremely long, longer than the earth itself--that he had been effectively rendered speechless. He could understand what that was like, having to
//this is short and crappy because my wifi is out because of these storms so I have to use my phone, sorry :/
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CANDid has logged onto Saltfam
CANDid: tied
CANDid: cant type
CANDid: tired
CANDid: you?
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CANDid: but i dont need sleep
CANDid: mother :P
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guys
do any of you want threads with this dude
i'm finally gonna get around to being active with him soon, i swear
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adam is p freaking cool too
i agree though he didn't deserve it
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Okay, so maybe he should take her up on her offer of a tour, now that he thought about it. "Alrighty," he nodded in agreement with the leader's offer to show him to the camp. He'd been getting turned around in his directions lately--what was going on with him?--so it was probably for the best that someone show him there, because otherwise there was a fairly high chance of him finding himself back out of the clan's territory. It wasn't too much of a rush to find somewhere to sleep since, well, he didn't need to, but he'd rather not get lost again. Something strange was going on with him, and it meant he needed to be more careful of his surroundings. The state of his mortality was unclear, but he wasn't about to risk getting killed (again) simply because he got lost.
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CANDid: no
CANDid: you cant make me >:)
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one of my teachers asked where i see myself in ten years and i just laughed hysterically
and you were summoned because gabriel didnt deserve it
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The nowhere-near-inconspicuous golden pelt of the StormClanner stuck out like a sore thumb against the evergreen landscape, making not spotting him a nigh impossibility. He was still giddy from the fact that the clan he had just joined was so welcoming to even himself, someone who had no reputation around any of these places, and it slightly showed through in his gait. Whereas he normally walked with a casual trot, now there was a more perky bounce in his step, however discreet it was.
That just so happened to be the reason he was out and about. He'd decided to check out the entirety of the territory of StormClan, seeing as he'd been too busy concentrating on being lost before to even think to look around. He was currently passing through the forest, following an already established beaten path. He didn't particularly care where he was headed at the moment; if he got lost, he figured he probably had enough energy to teleport back to the StormClan camp immediately.
@Fawnpelt. sorry this is so short; I'm still on mobile because my wifi is still out
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