PROPANE NIGHTMARES // joining

[IK’SAEL]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]♚ - Oh yes, this was different from bustling cities. The scorching sands hurt more than sundried pavement ever could, sands crunching between his toes with every step. Ik'selsaer had walked beaches before, but never dunes this expansive. This empty. What sort of fool would call lands like this home? Ik'sael was seeking residence here for now, of course, but that did not mean the canine planned on calling it home. He was not born here, raised here, he would not die for its lifeless land. Pyramids loomed in the distance, shimmering in the heat as if the sun itself had crafted them. The only thing that signified this land could host life. Even then, those that had built the monuments were long dead now. This land was not hospitable. Was it brave of the Pitt to insist on calling it home, or truly foolish? So long as they provided food and water to Ik'sael, it didn't fucking matter.

Small ebony paws pad across the dunes, ignoring the scent of the border as the shiba inu wandered further into the Pitt's territory. Equally dark eyes blinked in the harsh sunlight, flicking around him to decipher what was and wasn't a mirage. "Hello?" Ik'sael barked out impatiently, curled tail swaying against his back as he took another step forward. "I heard there's a group living here. The Pitt or some shit. Lookin' to stay here for a bit, cool? Good." Marching into a strange territory alone was scarcely a safe choice, yet that did not stop the arrogant boy in his march.

[EROS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]"Hello...." First rule, only speak when spoken to. That was one of the mandates he went by and so he had not said a word as he watched the canine come on in. There was no point when he couldn't go against the grain of what had been implanted in him since he was but a mere pup himself. The slave was just watchful and when the other had finally said something, more or less to the air than himself, he took the opportunity to meet one of the newer masters that was joining the Pitt. So his soft voice had spoken out, dark form shifting as he made sure to stand up and greet him before sitting back down with his tail tucked underneath himself and his shoulders hunched. He always held his head lower than that of others, or a least he tried with ears pulled back and eyes never meeting their faces. A slave should never meet the eyes of someone who was over him and he breathed out a silent breath before glancing over to a tree, paws carefully trimmed so he really couldn't do any damage even if he wanted to. But this was a greeting only so why even think in that direction.

Clearing his throat a little bit he would raise his head only slightly, debating on what to do before he allowed a bow to force himself to the ground, chest pressing against heated ground before he sat back up. "It's a pleasure to meet a newer member. My...my name is Valkyr and I'm here to serve you at all times when you need me." As was customary and as  was right when it came to his position. There was nothing to dispute as his soft voice lifted into the air and he shifted a little, visible ribs flexing whenever he breathed. The soft smoke trailing from his body lifted up into the air and he closed his pink marble eyes to try and compose himself. Right now, he was doing everything right so why did he feel so worried. He didn't know and he instinctively went to touch his slave collar, rubbing it gently with a soft brush of glowing pads before he dropped it back to the ground.

[melantha]

[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]Another creature arrives shortly after Valkyr, and just as silent. However, this particular creature's absence of speech or sound originates from an innate preference of moving without drawing attention. Unlike the unfamiliar shina inu and the other-worldly looking slave, the sleek predator's tawny golden pelt is not easily discerned from the scorching sands and confounding mirages. She, Melantha, moves with an uncanny grace; the unstable terrain seeming not to hinder her swift movements. Such is a creature who is built for these conditions: not to large to require more energy than necessary yet armed with powerful muscles, a pelt which seems to be composed of the sands itself, and thick lashes to prevent unwanted pollutants from impeding her vision.

Sagacious olive eyes flicker over to Valkyr, studying his submissive posture with a displeased scowl. "Or you could do accomplish tasks on your own and be rewarded for your efforts," says the creature in that low, rasping voice of hers. Although she has yet to outright state it, anyone can guess that she disapproves of slavery. People should do their own dirty work. It is dishonorable and lazy to rely on slaves. However, it is not her place to challenge the institutions set in place by Yes Man or whoever came before him, so Mel reins in her more...anti-authority ideals. Pallid green eyes narrow into slits as the female glares at the haughty dog before her. "What's your name?" asks the creature, though it is probably most like a demand. She does not acknowledge his intent to join, for he is but a stranger. And she is not fond of those who believe they run the place when they, in fact, do not.

[pallid-i]

One Chance

Yes Man padded over and stood next to Mel, looking at the canine with a smile and narrowed eyes. There was no need to speak, not now at least, as the questions that needed to be asked were already asked.
//quick track ++ sorry for the shitty post oof

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