EVERYBODY WAS FOR FIGHTING - joining

Well if she had come to this place expecting anything different than what she saw in Sunhaven, she was going to be disappointed. Atlas himself had only been here for a few days, but the stories hadn't escaped his attention. He had always been good at listening and putting together the pieces of information, weaving them into a cohesive tale. What he put together here was that same story of violence and warfare. Members dead and dying all around him. He himself had yet to show up at the scene of one, but knowing his luck, it wouldn't be long now. Today, at least, he finds that the dice still roll in his favor. Instead of a murder, he finds a stranger, and that situation is easy enough to navigate. Atlas figured that how Eden did it wasn't normal, but Agathe was a better role model. He learns quickly. All he can do is hope that he learns quickly enough not to stumble.

As he stands here, he dwarfs the cat in front of him, but there are similarities. Not in their appearances — Atlas is a massive creature, with long legs and a muscular body, and his body is covered in mottled patches of color. She's smaller and sweeter, if such a thing can be determined from one's appearance. The canine holds himself with a strange, off-putting bitterness. Aloof, even in the way he stands. But no, their similarities come in what they carry. His own bag is proportionally much larger and also much less interesting. It smells like old books, and any glimpse inside would reveal exactly that. As he leans his body to get a better look at hers, golden eyes linger on golden books, and a short-cropped tail wags just ever so slightly. Does she read them, or just trade them? He makes a note to ask later. Maybe.

Luckily for her, he's oblivious to group alliances, and the smell she carries is nothing interesting to him. The dog simply tilts his head and then blinks when he realizes he's been staring for perhaps a moment too long. "Why are you just standing there?"

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YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME

YEAH, YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T GO BACK, IT'S TOO LATE TO SAY IT'S TOO LATE. YOU CAN'T TAKE BACK THAT YOU SAID NOTHING. HOW COULD YOU DO NOTHING?

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He, too, had joined in the midst of the Ascendants' drama with Sunhaven. It had been only weeks ago that he had arrived on their borders, but now it seemed like a whole eternity. Titan knew a majority of the members — albeit not well, but he knew them by their mannerisms, their speech, their movements, their attitudes. Moon, for example, was the young monarch who had a laid-back take on leadership ( a concept practically unheard of where he came from ). Onision, for example, was the reckless teenager who had to be watched constantly with a hawk's eye or else he'd get himself into a h e a p of trouble. Clementine, for example, was the admittedly adorable little girl, practically a r a y of sunshine. Call it creepy, but Titan had adopted the tactic when he was younger as a method of scoping out the strengths and weaknesses of his opponents. Although these people were not his enemies, Titan still retained the tendency to simply observe. He was not one for striking up conversations, anyways, and he found it easier to sit back and analyze his clanmates individually.

The lion, having heard voices sourcing from the edge of the territory, made his way over to see what was going on. While Titan recognized neither of the two he came upon, it was obvious that one held the scent of the Ascendants and one didn't. So, his gaze didn't linger on the canine for long, and he instead looked to the satchel-wearing molly. "What is your business here?" Asked the Lunar Lieutenant in an attempt to rephrase the rather blunt question asked by the other, his voice maintaining its usual [sub]depth[/sub] and monotonous nature. His still, amber eyes were fixed onto the smaller feline, his masculine features unmoving and neither were his lips ( which refused to crack even a semi-friendly grin ).

▹▹▹▹"That's not really nice..." Clementine spoke hesitantly, her ears flattened back as the little girl slowly appeared besides Titan. Yes, she knew that she was far from the Observatory and too close to the borders, but the fact was, she was here, and technically, she wasn't alone either. Her gaze moved from Titan and Atlas to the stranger in front of them, slowly sitting her rump down as she took a breath in, wheezing for a moment at the end of its intake. The person's smile in front of them seemed warm and cheerful, that Clementine could not deny, but the way they had spoken to her clanmates made her a little uncomfortable. She was at the borders of their home and... asking questions like that? It was there home! What else were they supposed to be doing here?

"This is the Ascendants. You're standing on our borders," she said instead, trying to muster up the best 'formal' voice that she had heard in Agathe, Titan, and others. Granted, it was almost pathetic given it came from a tiny little girl who had to tilt her head up even just to look Rosyln in the eye. "We're here because it's our home, but we don't know why you're here. Are you somebody bad? We don't want bad people here, if that's alright with you, ma'am. I-i know you asked him that question but..." She shifted on her paws uncomfortably. "A lot of bad things have been happening here. On the borders." She stumbled over her words awkwardly, her ears only flattening back further. Why did she do this? She almost wanted to disappear now- that'd be really nice, actually.

"So uhm... If you want to join or... Have a message, I think we'd like it if you just came out and said it so we could welcome you.."