BLUE SKIES ➵ joining

[arcy]

Jaylah thinks that the fact that she has been torn from her home is a shame. She is not surprised, only disappointed. Even before having been invited to the fleet, she had seen many strange things. James T. and others have been transported to other universes in the past. This is nothing new. What makes it difficult is the fact that she is dead, and does not have hands. It is not so easy making weapons or traps without hands, but she will adapt. Like James T. has, perhaps.
She could have stayed with her captain, she knows. The mud is no hindrance to her, and even if she had disliked him, he would have been the first to know if the crewmates she was so fond of had turned up as well. A person such as James T. makes himself known. He is golden, unmistakable.
But she does not. She is not sure why. She does not question her gut instinct as she leaves him there. She walks many, many miles. This world is full of strangers. Jaylah does not know how to talk to them, but she does not want to be alone, either. So many years of solitude have made her disconnected and touch starved. No matter how strange these creatures are, she does not want to be alone. So she will not.
This is why she finds herself here. She is not sure what to think of the desert, not the strange group that resides in it. But stay with them she will. Jaylah does not call out -- she is obvious against her surroundings, her fur such obvious colors. If they cannot see her, then they are fools. So will not announce herself for all to hear as long as she has the ability.
//(shes p kind of ooc because i dont remember beyond well sorry gsdfsdf)
tl;dr she's just sort of. sitting there. waiting. nothing else.

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[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth himself also stood out heavily against the pale orange grain of the territory, all pale and silver majesty with a confident gait and eyes that glowed with the only color on his entire person.  He blended in well with the original territory they lived in, with its gloom and mist and mystery, but since then he's been the odd one out of the group.  Not that he minded.  One like him didn't worry much about what others thought of him.

The male's luminous eyes focused on the newcomer at the border, optics gleaming slightly at a new face in this empty landscape.  "I presume you have business here?"  Sephiroth would ask Jaylah as he approached the stranger, his chin up as he made himself look like the leader he was.  The Pharaoh would remain silent after that, an ear flicking idly as he awaited any sort of reply.

#psychosocial.

[teef]

ARISIDE LANECES

✯ — GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CATCH MY BREATH

space

a second body would join the lion and other tigress, her head down slightly, smelling of hot metals and rough leathers. she cleared her throat softly, having no intent to speak. after the fire and destruction of her forge in sunhaven, she had come here more primarily, leaving behind potential partners to come take care of her business here and reconnect with the one member of her gang from back home.

tipping her head she watched jaylah in curiosity, the rosy coloured tigress breathing in her scent in silence. two light creatures standing out in the open ... that was a beacon to danger. subtly she would step forward, ready to intercept any attacks aimed at the Pharoah, not necessarily from jaylah, but from anyone in the vicinity.

space

✯ — FEMALE. RB & SH. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.