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☼ A new face, much like his own, but a starkly different species. Deadboy was a mirror image of it, except in physique, Dror observed as he crept up beside Micha, his polite and aloof pink gaze darting about Soap's features. Soap. A curious name. He had tried to eat a bar of soap once, as a child, though he had spat it out the moment the bitter, basic taste swarmed his mouth and blared an alarm in his still-developing developing brain. Trembling Earth had scolded him, a pseudo-parent to the entire group. The jaguar was silent as he watched the exchange, ears pricked ever so slightly.

☼ An older brother, tall and skinny, his posture rigid, stood beside the little girl, his sickly pink eyes sweeping the aquarium's large entrance room. He had not come reluctantly, sporting a love for ocean life, but his sister, furiously tugging on his arm, was slowly eating away at his contented mood. His lip began to curl, giving him a stuffy and regal air, as his gaze turned to Ves, and he attempted to step away, shifting his body and arm out of her reach. "We'll be going soon. Calm yourself."

☼ He had only been taking a nap, laying in the shade of the mansion's entrance, when a young cat popped out of the void into the middle of the courtyard and collapsed in the smooth beige pebbles. Dror lifted his head with a start, his half-closed pink eyes opening wide, tail lashing. Dear Herthe up above. A teleportation gone wrong. Maybe a tear in reality's fabric? It wasn't uncommon, and though he was surprised by Bethany's sudden appearance, its causes weren't alien to him. Now she was scared. Who was Maura? The albino jaguar rose to his paws, staring, dumbfounded, at the terrified feline as she scampered about the shrubs and neatly-trimmed bushes, calling out the name of one he didn't know.

It took him a minute of standing there to recover his wits, and he bounded across the steps and the courtyard to her side as Bethany crouched down into a ball, crying horribly. He slowed when he was a few meters away from her, and slipped into a crouching position himself, though not nearly as distressed. This had obviously been an accident, and it seemed that she had been transported far away from home. His skinny face furrowed into a frown, concerned gaze darting across her face. "Shh. It's okay. It's okay. You didn't mean to teleport here, did you?" he wasn't sure if she had teleportation abilities or if spacetime had just swallowed her up out of the blue, but was assuming the former.

☼ The she-cat (and her shapeshifting pile of goop) that had popped into existence a few days ago seemed to be settling down. Bethany seemed to have calmed down specifically because of finding Maura, and now sat contentedly among the flowers and shrubs of the beautifully-tended gardens. Dror spotted her as he glided gently along the cream pebble substrate in a stroll of his own: he took great pleasure in walking about the trimmed hedges, chin lifted regally, snout high in the air. With such beauty and riches surrounding the group, the Sanctum made him feel a bit royal.

He approached her without a sound, noting the flower crown held in front of her. Attentively woven, the white flowers looking almost as if they had bloomed from the crown itself. She was watching it with a smile. Dror was glad that she was adjusting well. He sat down beside her, wrapping his tail neatly around his paws. Pink eyes darting about her face, concerned and relieved at the same time. His expression remained in its sad resting face. "How are you doing, Bethany?"

☼ Dror, not exactly feeling bound to the Sanctum in his short time there thus far, occasionally packed a small bag of supplies and wandered off into the wilderness, usually the loner lands. It would take him a day or so to find his way back, but the journey was calming and instilled in him a sense of peace. Sometimes, he would meet others, likely never seeing them again but nonetheless enjoying greatly the brief adventures they took part in together. He wasn't sure if today was such a day, lost in daydreams about the future as he gnawed at the bones of what had once been his breakfast, but he decided to wait and see if he stumbled into another on his travels.

It was about mid-afternoon when he decided to sit down for a short break. It was a beautiful meadow, brimming with the steady hum of cicadas and bees, surrounded by towering deciduous trees with long, skeletal branches that bore hundreds of thousands of light green leaves. The albino jaguar lay, nestled amongst the grasses, under the shade of one of these trees, as to avoid sunburns, his pink eyes half closed.

( bodhi. )

☼ A dark serval approached him, looking tired. A stranger, but bearing the marks of weariness on his face, eliciting a prick of concern within Dror. Asking how he can help. Never had he been greeted with such a polite phrase; he tipped his head to one side, a Mona Lisa smile playing on his lips as the words entered his rounded ears. However, it twisted slightly when Micha came into view, bumping into the first creature and quickly apologizing. What level of hell did this guy crawl out of? Soon, though, an expression absent of hostility (or what Dror hoped was absent of hostility) that rested upon the creature's face flattened the fur that rose on his back.

He leapt from the branch, attempting to lift the drooping corners of his mouth, fighting the resting sad face, and widen his eyes to look a little bit more friendly. His skinny form recoiled from the impact against the moist earth, then straightened up again as he approached the pair. "This is the Sanctum, correct? I'm here to join."

☼ Battle training. A tense subject for Dror, who disliked combat and always hesitated going on the offensive. However, sometimes it was necessary to sharpen your skills, and he wouldn't object to battle training. The jaguar emerged from the shade of the tall garden hedges, flinching slightly at the sunlight that beat down upon his thinning white pelt as he crossed the courtyard in front of the mansion, and retreating gratefully into the shade of the entrance steps, taking a seat beside Deadboy to watch the demonstration.

☼ Dror was a recent joiner, not yet bound by his flesh to the swampy territory of the Sanctum nor the goddess they worshipped (despite his conversion), and often found himself drawn away from the Sanctum's territory. To the mountains in the distance, the dark green pine forests that grew steadily larger in the deep valleys of the lands beyond. He was drawn to the lands of no sky, the intense heat, the faraway bone-covered borders of anti-Clans. The faces of strangers, visible by the warm, flickering light of fire during a night with no moon. Chatter with monstrous creatures over breakfast, then disappearance, but the memories remained and they ate at his mind long after he returned to where he called home.

Today was one of those times. A few days ago, he had packed a bag with supplies and set off into the wilderness. It had brought him to an area nearby what he believed to be BHR territory, and he now perched, pink eyes half-closed, in a branch of one of the pine trees. It creaked in the wind and he could feel it moving, but it did not concern him. The bag was nearby, hanging farther along the branch, swinging gently. The jaguar was quite easy to spot, his thinning white pelt almost glowing in the dim light. The bitter scent of moist earth filled his noise.

☼ Dror, not exactly feeling bound to the Sanctum in his short time there thus far, occasionally packed a small bag of supplies and wandered off into the wilderness, usually the loner lands. It would take him a day or so to find his way back, but the journey was calming and instilled in him a sense of peace. Sometimes, he would meet others, likely never seeing them again but nonetheless enjoying greatly the brief adventures they took part in together. He wasn't sure if today was such a day, lost in daydreams about the future as he gnawed at the bones of what had once been his breakfast, but he decided to wait and see if he stumbled into another on his travels.

It was about mid-afternoon when he decided to sit down for a short break. It was a beautiful meadow, brimming with the steady hum of cicadas and bees, surrounded by towering deciduous trees with long, skeletal branches that bore hundreds of thousands of light green leaves. The albino jaguar lay, nestled amongst the grasses, under the shade of one of these trees, as to avoid sunburns, his pink eyes half closed.

☼ Dror peeked his head out from underneath the mansion's front overhang, his white body carefully placed in the shade to avoid the sunburn-mongering weather of mid summer, his attentive pink eyes immediately darting to the lion-wolf hybrid. Strange, but certainly not unusual, compared to some of the other creatures wandering about the grounds. Altogether, a new face. He gave her a brief, rigid nod. "Dror." not the most social of creatures, but always polite, he offered her his name as well.

☼ Dror treasured evening, when the sun retreated from the Sanctum's skies and a blanket of stars swooped in to take its place. He could walk about without fear of sunburns, and his light-sensitive eyes finally settled down. During this time, the jaguar would often find himself wandering about the vast gardens that surrounded the main mansion, taking in the scents of various flowers and listening to the gentle chirp of crickets all around him. A whole other world came alive, filling his senses with their activities.

Tonight was one of those times. Being as pale as he was, it was not difficult for others to spot the quiet acolyte, strolling alone amongst the neatly-trimmed hedges, round ears pricked and nostrils flaring, as if to take in as much as possible from the walk, as if he would never again partake in the activity. The dimmest of lights hovered above his head as he padded gently across the path, its yellow tones casting a warm light upon the plants and ground. The perks of being a light elemental.