1975 ✦ o, joining

[charrie graveyard]

✦ GIVE ME REASONS WE SHOULD BE COMPLETE. YOU SHOULD BE WITH HIM, I CAN'T COMPETE. YOU LOOKED AT ME LIKE I WAS SOMEONE ELSE, OH WELL CAN'T YOU SEE? I DON'T WANNA SLOW DANCE IN THE DARK! —

What was he doing here? It was question Haru had asked himself multiple times over the course of his journey, uncertainity always hanging in the back of his mind and resurfacing whenever it got the chance. As for the answer- he really didn’t know. He was trying to escape his past, to forget all the heartbreak he had gone through and start again but... the shiba wasn’t sure if this would even work out. What if... he was making a huge mistake?

Then again, there was no one left for him back home. Haru’s family was long gone and he didn’t want to see his past lovers, knowing it would only lead to his heart being broken for the hundredth time. It wasn’t like his exes or his family cared for him anyways- they only looked out for themselves.

Padding through the trees, a plume of smoke would rise from the male’s mouth, a cigarette hangly loosely from one side of his jaws. Haru was well award that smoking was probably the worst habit he could have but he didn’t do it very often. Besides, dogs didn’t have the longest lifespan anyways- a little smoke here and there didn’t matter. Eventually, the black and tan shiba arrived at Sunhaven’s border, the cigarette having been put out several feet ago and buried in the dirt. Haru had no idea what Sunhaven was like, having only asked for directions and nothing more from a passing loner. Taking a deep breath and clearing his throat, he would call out to anyone nearby. "Hey, my name is Haru. I’m here to join Sunhaven- if that’s ok." With that, he fell silent once more, face blank as he waited for a response.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #F08080; font-size: 24px;"]— HARU ✦

#psychosocial.

[buckingham barnes]

Buckingham certainly knew what it's like to attempt to run away from your past. The maine coon did it himself, once the guilt and regret on his chest got too heavy for him to handle. He ran away from his violent based home without saying goodbye to his loved ones, and he didn't dare to look back. Bucky was also afraid, that he'd make a mistake or his clanmates would discover how stained the Goldenblood truly is. Most of his clanmates, besides Levi, don't know his past, aren't aware of the murderer he used to be. None of them seemed to believe the accusations Ascendants are dropping on him either, which Bucky is relieved about, but in the same time it leaves his stomach twisting. Most of them can't see him taking another life, how would they react if they discovered the truth? Bucky had to shake his head, shove the thought away as he continued on with his patrol.

As the former assassin silently made his way through, his enhanced senses picked up on an unfamiliar scent. The unfamiliar scent was also mixed with smoke, his nose scrunching with disgust. Ugh, cigarettes-- Bucky wasn't sure why someone would voluntarily inhale smoke into their lungs. Not only is it gross, it's unhealthy. The mixed scent was leading to the border, and his ears pricked up as he picked up on a voice. The former assassin heard Haru loud and clear, even if he wasn't exactly nearby. With a flick of his ear, Buckingham let out a sigh, knowing he'll have to deal with the awful scent for a bit. His paws began to move silently, as if the ground below him was thin ice that could break at any moment. He made his way over to the border, following the scent closely, eventually being lead to the canine.

"You can join, welcome to Sunhaven, Haru." Bucky made his presence known with a meow, as if he suddenly appeared before the canine- it was like Bucky is a ghost. In actuality, he's not- he just knows his way around without being detected. "I'm Buckingham Barnes, a Goldenblood here," He introduced himself with a flick of his ear, "You can call me Bucky, though."