JOINER [★] UNSTOPPABLE

[penelope.]

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— penelope "pen" luane | virtue of diligence | wanderer —

[ this is during transit to new territory ;p ]

One paw in front of the other.  The world changed, one paw in front of the other.  Forests of trees.  Fields of grass or flowers or even snow.  Mountains.  Great bodies of water or small, trickling streams.  Bright, carolina blue hues danced.  Those eyes wanted it all, to see, to know, all of it.

Hard to say how long the petite angel walked.  Memories of the journey's start faded, hazy from the spell of time.  She came from somewhere far away.  She came from somewhere with trees so tall it seemed they were nothing short of determined to touch the stars themselves.  Then she wondered why she'd gone away, and frowned, feelings of uncertainty and longing for old friends hurting her heart.

The past was past, and time failed to move backwards.  She had to move forward, but she wouldn't forget that she'd been happy... She'd been very happy then, surrounded by a community.  She wouldn't forget, not entirely, but her paws kept moving, one over the other.

The pastel torbie knew eventually, somehow, she'd stop.  Find a place.  Temporary or permanent, but then everything seemed temporary in the long-run of things.  Time touched everything, one way or the other, subtle or drastic.

In the distance, a speck of movement.  Multiple travelers.  Penelope blinked, then turned her walk into a trot, then to a dash.  Loneliness crept on the mind.  Slowly sometimes, or sudden as a flash of lightning.  She missed having someone to talk to.  "HEY!"

In the end, some things did remain timeless.  The volume of the young angel's voice, perhaps, was one of them.  When she caught up to the moving creatures, she grinned.  The happy, crooked grin of a child, speaking to all and any who'd listen.  "Hey! Where're you goin'? Can I come?"

"I'm Penelope."

— WHAT'S UP DANGER? —

[Luciferr]

[size=9pt]of course since they were the last in line (who better to keep people walking forwards rather than deal with the many headed hydra himself) they were the ones to hear her first.

Three heads of slight variances swivel on serpentine alabaster necks and six pairs of eyes alight on a very small pastel creature - they in tandem, shift, rotating around to lean all three heads down to her level - curious about this small pastel creature - Akane-Orcus chitters to Akane-mors, mandibles flaring while Akane-Caedes simply glances the smaller over.

they hum - all three glancing toward the head of their group and back

"general policy doesn't turn away joiners" they murmur - true enough, if they could get in after the destruction they caused then surely she could.

she certainly seems exuberant enough so they jerk their heads to the line of fellows travelling "come join the caravan if you like - we are Akane"

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[KLIMENT]

[glow=#000,1,400]I WISH I COULD ESCAPE, I DON'T WANNA FAKE IT ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

A childish squeak caught his attention, the head of said caravan stopping briefly to turn to see a tiny feline talking to Akane, who he was still rather pissy towards. Akane was already welcoming the other into their supposed 'caravan' of misfits and it made a soft snort escape the large brute. The hybrid would listen closely to the conversation between the two of them only to open his mouth to speak "WE ARE MOVING TO A NEW HOME. OUR OLD HOME WAS DESTROYED, UNFORTUNATELY." He turned his gaze towards the three headed draconic beast with a scowl on his face, he ducked his head a bit finding his voice once more deciding to introduce himself to the smaller creature "WE ARE KLIMENT. WE ARE LEADER HERE," He needed to let people know that in case they thought that Akane was actually the head honcho of the group, which Kliment would have despised with a passion. [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]

[penelope.]

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— penelope "pen" luane | virtue of diligence | wanderer —

Easy.  Real easy process.  Except, she had to crane her neck, blinking wide, curious eyes at the three-headed behemoth.  Which one did she focus on?  Akane.  "Are you each called Akane?" She inquiries almost immediately, hasty with a thirst of knowledge.  Penelope never met someone like Akane before.  Hopefully they didn't mind.

Her head turns on a swivel however, locking on another as they approached and spoke.  Kliment.  What strange names in these parts.  Her ears perked attentively as they explained the situation, blinking.  Penelope knew the home of her childhood must be out there somewhere but where, who knew? It hurt to lose something like that.

Home tended to become temporary, admist time.  A heart may not swell as strongly in the places it used to.  Things changed.  "That's alright, I've been looking for a new place too."

"I can keep up," Pen added, still beaming.  Small she may be, but fit and full of energy, she felt confident she wouldn't slow them down any.  Honestly, it'd be an affront to her very nature.  "Do we know where we're going?  And what're we called?" Many bands of comrades possessed some name.

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— WHAT'S UP DANGER? —

[Luciferr]

[size=9pt]at Kliment's arrival, their attention switched to their defacto leader, Akane-Caedes' swivelling to hover above the other while they smirk at the hidden disgruntlement in that statement.

all three swivel back to Penelope however at the question, six pairs of eyes stare thoughtfully as they incline their heads thinking how to phrase what is technically their existence but they eventually answer "...We have 'distinctions', but we are Akane" and that seems to be that to them.

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