these boots are made for walking ;; joiner

[Cobra]

BOOTS

✯ — DO YOU BELIEVE IN LIFE AFTER LOVE?

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how had he gotten here? that was something he was not fully sure of. he remembered dozing off on that old log and waking up on this beach. part of him wondered if the gods were toying with him. yet, he was to focused on not being sucked back out to sea on his bed. leaping onto the sands, he would watch the tide take his resting place away.

tilting his head, he would hum softly a moment before turning to look around him. after a moment, the male would wave his tail behind him and call out. "hello out there~!" A sing song voice from a soaked stranger. This should go well.

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✯ — MALE. THE TYPHOON. MODERATE. BIO. — ✯

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[ARSENO]

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That was an unfamiliar voice. Paused his tide pool scavenging Arseno yelled back "Hello!" before scampering off to meet this unknown voice.
It wasn't uncommon for strangers to wash up on their beaches. Usually injured. Never a fun time when they found a dead one. It seemed there was yet another, thankfully not dead and sounding rather chipper about their situation. Arseno liked them already.
Rounded boulders on their sandy beaches the canine finally had found this source of all this commotion. Thankful that he hadn't had to pull out the ol' Marco Polo. A black feline awaited on their shores. A soaked one at that. "You alright there, bud? Seems you've crashed landed in The Typhoon. Anywhere you gotta get back to?" the amber-eyed wolf spoke as he made his way closer, inspecting the scene as he went.

[Cobra]

BOOTS

✯ — DO YOU BELIEVE IN LIFE AFTER LOVE?

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a voice called back to him and the male perked up. so this island had people? what a joy that was! the male would soon see a face to put to that voice. it was nice to see he would have company on this land. "hello there! Typhoon you say? is that one of those groups? ah, honestly i don't have a home to go back to."

he paused a moment as he looked the male over. he didn't seem aggressive at all. maybe this place had some perks. after all, this male seemed nice and was cute. what was the harm in asking? "I don't suppose you guys have room for one more?" he asked with a slight smirk.

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✯ — MALE. THE TYPHOON. MODERATE. BIO. — ✯

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[SOJOURN]

"Always." He spoke suddenly as he came upon the scene. White eyes narrowed slightly as he looked upon the stranger before he glanced to Arseno. The Typhoon had a massive amount of room all things considered and the island could house many. He had come back here recently himself and even though he was cautious when it came to all the new faces he didn't see a reason to turn anyway away. At least not yet. He had ideas and plans festering in his head but he was keeping them to himself. "We have the room. So long as you keep loyal to the Typhoon. We don't expect too much though." The maned wolf made of shifting and churning water would step back and beckon with his tail to the place. "Come on in. The name's Ciabhan by the way."

[Cobra]

another showed up and the male let out a soft laugh. "thank god! i would hate to have to swim back out after my log!" he joked before moving into the territory a few paces. the introduction made him smile. "i'll be loyal as they come. names boots. pleasure meeting you!" every word was bubbly and sing song in nature. he was happy to have himself a home. the damp male would lick a bit of water off his chest. "thank you for accepting me." he adds between licks.

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⚜ you and me together