Come to the tree ;; meet and greet

[Cobra]

The necrohamster was thrilled with his new job. Thus he set up a meet and greet. Why not help new members meet old ones? That was part of a visitors center. If someone came to stay and had fun, maybe they would join? He had ambitions of being the best he could be.

So, why not start with this? Snacks set up with drinks as well. A huge area with pillows and such. Sitting on a tiny one himself, the male waited to see if others got his letter about a meet and greet.

He sure hoped they did.

actions | "speech" | attacking

♚ i'm not afraid of fading

[Bakari]

What the fuck was this lil guy? How cute. Bakari could not help but find the hamster, unknowing of their divine power, a cute little bugger. The cheetah slyly approached with a cunning smirk across his lips and eyes wide, expectant of some acknowledgement from the small rodent. He did not think he'd meet such a little man at the meet and greet, especially for a group with a vicious reputation, yet here they were. To think that this was the animal in charge of the visitor center would only blow the skinny feline's mind further.

Beady eyes practically jumped out of his cranium as he stared down. His disgusting breath flowed down onto the other as he grew closer to the hamster, practically almost touching them with his nose. "You!" he exclaimed. "You, my friend, are magnificent." Bakari hummed for a moment, only to continue seconds later. "Brave." An animal of prey within this realm!? They had to be something fabulous... something strong.

A claw attempted to lightly poke at the hamster's chest. "You're a little prey piece in a herd of predators," the cheetah continued. He meant no offense by that. In fact, it was a compliment. Bakari knew that being the little one of the bunch, especially as a skinny feline himself, often led to detriments. After practically being the smallest feline in the Coalition of the Condemned's band of lions, he felt small. In The Pitt, he felt even smaller, surrounded by dragons and other larger beings. At least, he thought, he was not this little mouse. For once, he was a bigger part of the puzzle.

He let a crooked smirk grow onto his maw. Teeth flashed in front of the other openly, though not in a display of dominance. "What is your name, little one?" came his simple question.