if you wanna listen to the devil's music // o - joining

She sneezed, working the mouthful of slick herbal mash around with her tongue. Shit was supposed to be fixing her sinuses, or so said that last book she had pored over, but she was still congested. So, go fucking figure. Maybe she was supposed to shove the paste up her nose and blow it out. Who knew? The page had been torn. Maybe it needs more ginger. Or maybe she was just a big ol' slut for ginger, who was counting nowadays? Just me.

Radeken swallowed and sucked in a breath. Her nose was considerably clearer compared to how she was doing prior to whipping her medicine up, but it wasn't perfect and therefore, obviously, she had failed. The russet wolf stopped and shuffled her paws. Her nose was also just clear enough to pick up the odor of urine. So I'm in the right place. Or, one of the right places, at least. Word had gotten out about these new...coalitions, and she wanted in, if only to see what it was all about. Radeken tiptoed forward and faltered, not quite sure how to proceed and then, "Hello?" She called, hoping to all that was holy that she'd be heard the first time and not have to repeat herself. She already felt stupid enough. More ginger probably, but who cares. She did, but that didn't count.

Immortal was making his usual rounds. Well, he'd been out more than usual, actually. He became far too antsy to lounge around like he wanted. Walking around wasn't really helping as he'd expected, but occasionally he was able to deviate from his tense want to just see something burn. Usually, it came with someone at the border or someone else out in the territory, skipping rocks or whatever they did. So, patrolling seemed far better than sitting around.

The serval's ears perked when he heard someone's voice in the distance and the corners of his lips quirked. Hopefully, it wasn't some creepy dude trying to get his apprentice back. Bounding ahead and over the small hill, "Yo!" Coming to a halt before the wolf, he smirked up at her. "Ascendants territory, yada yada. How can I help you?"

"Ah, uh, my name is," she caught herself just as she was about to give a fake name. Hey, c'mon now, we're past this. She cleared her throat and it was fairly convincing, considering her voice was already tinged nasally from her waning illness. "[color=#40bf40]Sorry. My name's Radeken, I was thinking about joining, and um. I'm here now so I guess I made up my mind, huh? Is that...like, is that okay? I don't have to know someone, or answer any questions...?" She wasn't sure how this worked, all she knew was that someone told someone, who told their whoever, who told her, that animals were out there banding together in a way that was bigger and more diverse than some six-person family unit or a pack. She didn't happen to hear anything about jumping through hoops to get in, but the lingering possibility still soured her stomach. or maybe that was the medicine.