If Ourias said that something wasn't dragging him along, he'd be lying. It was just a sense of familiarity, a sense that he knew someone along this path. But, as much as he tried to remember a name, it escaped him. Instead of the names, words lingered in his mind. War, Death, and Pestilence. He didn't know how he knew it, or why the words were there, but something told him that he needed to find the three. That they were important to him. Or they would be important; it was hard to tell which.

And that was how the pull had landed him where he was, on the border of a group. Ourias wanted to step over the border, trying to fight the urge off. He knew they were there. He could sense it.

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Ourias didn't have to wait as long as he had expected. A creature pulled itself forwards and requested his business. "I'm looking for three others." He knew they were here; the pull was too strong for them to be anywhere else. He didn't want to offer any more information to the first creature that had greeted him, and so his bright amber eyes turned away. The pull at his stomach grew stronger, and Ourias reacted. He straightened himself, standing so that he appeared taller, and his ears perked up. And then the cause of the pull, or one of them, made his appearance. Despite never having seen the manticore before, Ourias knew that this was who he was looking for.

Death was taller than him, but yet he couldn't feel intimidated. In fact, he felt more at ease around this stranger than he normally would have. At the words, Ourias moved past the border, ignoring whatever consequences may happen as a fault of it. "I'm here now." It wasn't a challenge, but something whispered for him not to apologize. A glance behind Death confirmed that the other two hadn't made an appearance yet. So it was just half of the four for now. "The other two are here?" Now, all he was waiting on was for his suspicions to be confirmed. If the other two weren't here, surely Death would have told him by now?

Famine is here, he thought as rounded ears shot up. He wasn't sure what was going on, but the feeling that led him to Talyn and Rizer flared up inside of his fluffy body once more. It didn't take long for Maekoda to join them, his short legs and sandy environment making things unnecessarily harder for him. Falling into place next to Rizer, dropping his pen and notebook onto the ground as he tried to catch his breath. Big blue eyes stared into vivid golden ones as he inhaled deeply to collect himself - and get oxygen to his brain as he was feeling rather lightheaded. This is Famine. The set was complete, leaving Koda feeling whole once again. It was a familiar feeling and the comfort that came with the thought of his siblings being around again was pleasant. So much so, he didn't question how these total strangers made him feel such things. Picking up his pen and paired with a soft smile, he wrote down a greeting before presenting it to Ourias. "Welcome home." It seems Koda was not only the youngest, but smallest of the bunch. He wasn't complaining or anything. Bacteria is small after all, yet can be the reason many civilizations and populations die out. He was just glad he could properly wrap his arms around at least one of his siblings in a hug.

[align=center]✯ "speaking" / "writing" ✯

Another member of the group came to greed Ourias. The canine's piercing amber eyes landed on the lion, just for a moment, as the much larger feline spoke, offering an introduction. Sephiroth, the leader. Maybe it was just because of Ourias expecting something different, but the lion didn't strike him as a leader. Not at first glance, anyway. Oh well; Sephiroth must have gotten to where he was somehow. "Ourias. Nice to meet you." Was it really? That would be up for debate, but at least Ourias had some manners. He wasn't about to insult the leader and lose his chance of meeting the other pair.

The cat that had first arrived, the calico, introduced herself and then left. A snort almost left the canine's jaws, until he caught himself. Just barely. Instead, his gaze went to Death again, a small smirk going across his jaws. "She sure is talkative." His sarcastic comment was aimed to be only for the manticore's ears, although he didn't care if the leader heard as long as the lion didn't get on his case.

Another final pull went through his body. Just like with what had happened with Death, Ourias' ears perked up and he waited for Pestilence to arrive. It didn't take long; the fluffy form of the third arrived and took a place next to Death. For a moment, Ourias was caught off guard. He wasn't anywhere near the size of Death, but Pestilence was smaller than what he had expected. And younger, as well. Ourias stared down into Pestilence's blue eyes before the smaller feline wrote down a greeting. Welcome home. Home. It was odd to think about since he had just arrived, but it was true. This was home now.

The canine was about to open his jaws to speak, but Pestilence wrapped around him in a hug before he could. A sort of happiness swelled inside him, and, while he didn't move to hug Pestilence back, he wasn't about to move away any time soon, either.

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