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His eyes opened.

Sigmund had never accepted things as they were. His whole life he had questioned things; behavior, the way things worked, authority. A gasping breath burst from his lungs. He was questioning things even now, even after death. Or at least... what he thought was death. What had happened to him? As he gained consciousness more things felt fuzzier and fuzzier. His heart was beating hard in his chest. All he could manage to remember were faces, but those were blurring by the second. His family... he had family, right? He was almost sure of it, and yet, they were fading.

The mottled canine stood stupidly in his spot. This was certainly not a desert, but he couldn't remember why the setting seemed so significant to him. What was special about bright orange sands? For once, the placid man felt frustration. Sigmund's ears flattened.

Maybe he'd just wait for something to happen, then.

/ sorry, rushed :'- )

"SPEECH"

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[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]It was only a few moments later that Ophelia landed in front of the stranger, broad wings spread wide as she caught her balance on the ground once more. Her head lifted up, eyes sweeping over the canine's figure as he sat at the border. He didn't seem like a threat, so she folded her wings once more and straightened up, features softening just a bit. She wasn't totally at ease yet, though, not knowing if this was a joiner or not. Considering how many joiners there seemed to be on a near-daily basis, though, she would guess that he was.

"Hello." she greeted, voice steady and tone soft enough to indicate that she meant no harm. "Name and business with Tanglewood?"

[VIGENERE CIPHER.]

[madster]

old malphas would have simply hated the fact that there was joiners. he would have cursed at them, judged them against his ideals, and deemed them unfit. now, though, he was fine with them. of course, the underlying wariness would never fade, but for the most part he now understood that tanglewood needed joiners. no amount of good genetics would make their clan any better or worse. he learned genetics didn't mean everything.

padding up next to the captain of the guard, malphas flashed vigenere a cheeky grin before turning to the newcomer. he strode forward, crimson eyes narrowed in concentration. "are you hurt? you look dazed. i'm malphas, a medic," he said, tone gentle.

[toboggan]

He, too, questioned authority. That is, he did, and then Tanglewood came along and fucked up his old schedule. Now, the mongrel was clean, trusting, and genuinely loyal. That’s what a few weeks here did to someone.

There certainly was an abundance of joiners nowadays, and due to his decision to digress from staying around the border, there was great a number of people in the marshlands that he did not know a single fact about. That needed to change. If there was one thing from his actions prior to Tanglewood the remained with him, it was his urge to acquire all knowledge he could about people.

Sauntering beside Ophelia, he’d simply mouth "Yeah, what they said."