welcome to my house- open, joining

[deimos]

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HOT ANVIL

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[div style="background-color:#2C3240;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color: #EFF9F0;"] Flight. His eyes burned with the singed tears of yesterday, low and remorseful groans coming from the wyvern who seemed to come from nowhere. He came barreling over top of the trees suddenly, heading towards the currently ungrowing field that split the distance between the forest and the city. He didn't care for them. Humans had tried to capture him for years now, and he was just barely old enough to fly on his own.

He needed a place to stay, to hide. His tools spilled out behind him as he started to dive to the ground, his wings stretching wide out. He cursed in a deep, echoing voice before his side slammed into the ground, scratching him a bit as he rolled over. The wyvern's barrel-like chest rose and fell, panting, and his eyes slowly peered open. The tears had betrayed his sight- he thought this was much less of a human area then it actually was. He stared towards the overgrown city, before turning a bit, pushing himself up and stumbling towards his tools, trying to collect it.

"Crap." He whispered, trying to pick up his tools before anyone saw him. Before any humans came to collect him, before he could be caged again. Never again, never again.

[W]isker

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

The territory of the Halls might've once been a haven to many a human, a thriving society trying their best to trek on towards the next exciting innovation. However, it was very much no longer such a thing, instead now just housing the group of many different animals, from many different creeds, all come together to live and prosper in the ruined and overgrown remains. One such animal – creature, really, considering his hybrid status – was none other than the leader of the whole thing, Redvox. The gat had been resting peacefully near the edge of the city, glad for the first sort of warm day in weeks bathing down upon his outstretched wings. However, his peaceful rest was interrupted by a blink of something in the sky above, swiftly accompanied by the sound of something – someone crashing into the ground down below. Immediately concerned, the harbinger stumbled up to his hooves and wings, half trotting and half teleporting forward until he reached the strip of field separating the thick trees from the buildings.

The sight before him was not an entirely unique one. After all, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen a wyvern before, thanks to the presence of Aslisk within the group, but this one was... different. More subdued, and less brightly colored. Watching as the large male scrambled to pick up the various instruments that had fallen to the ground around him, Vinny took a few more uncertain steps forward before speaking, "...Hello? Hey, big guy... uh, y'took quite th'digger just now, didn't ya? Do... do ya need some kinda help? Cause we've got medics 'ere..." Well, technically they didn't have any official clerics yet, but Julian was in line to take up their first spot, and both Redvox himself and Roman had enough knowledge between them to assist if needed.