wayfaring stranger — ･ﾟ✧ joiner

[ANGEL DE VILLATORIX]

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ANGELINO DE VILLATORIX [ ANGEL ] - [ VEE - YA - TOR - EE ]

In a vast world of various creatures, magic, and religion. One can only hope to follow the light to where they belong. Wayward paws make for lengthy trekks, but Angel was no stranger to the strange. A hum on his lips and a tattered traveling bag strapped to his curly-furred body- he had set out once more.

Only now, he follows a map of sorts- with the guidance of strangers, he sought the island of pirates by the name of the Typhoon. The spanish-tongued feline was practically aquatic himself- a love of sailing, swimming, fishing, and scavenging the ocean floor. Taking time to make friends with a few small shallow lurking shark pups by sharing with them a small lunch.

He was certain he had made it- but he was so tired he didn’t even have time to built a little makeshift camp before he was all curled up in a ball dangerously close to the climbing tide. If it weren’t for the tan of his lovely coiled pelt, he’d blend against the sand.

He’s startled awake by a sound- ❝ O-uh… oh-.. ¡Hola!… ❞ his lids are heavy and his blue eyes a bleary haze but he greets the stranger with an eye-reaching smile of perfect white teeth but a few capped in silver like the chain around his neck. ❝ I am uh- searching for dis… de Typhoon- eh, my name es Angel. ❞ his bladed tongue rolling with eloquence in his introduction despite the thickness of his accent. Sand clings to his coat as he stands to properly greet them.

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( SELKIRK REX | FELINE | SPANISH SWEETHEART ) ⋆ wiccan ⋆ mentally hard/physically (varies) ⋆ gambling addict ⋆ witchcraft ⋆ silver addict ⋆ gay ⋆ discovering powers
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-- WHERE THE WILD THINGS MAKE SENSE --
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the scent of the sea was as soothing as it was taunting, bringing with it whispers of memories. the temptation to re-enter the waters in search of those he had lost was ever as strong, leading the wounded siren to wander the beaches in a half-present state of awareness. above would his eyes wander to the warm sun beating down upon the sands, the breeze drifting through coarse waterproof fur, blue scales aglitter within strands pushed away by the wind's kiss.

the ocean was as much a siren's call as his own voice, leading him to constantly return to the lip of the encroaching waters, blue eyes gazing out to the sea in a lingering way. as it was this day, his path had led him close to the waters and within his path, had been a body revealed. standing without movement for a while, nose twitching as he inhaled the different scent upon this stranger's fur. finally, something clicked in his mind, and he remembered that he had a voice himself.

swish of tail, fins rustling the slightest as the siren cast his gaze upon the similar colored stranger, a familiar accent reaching his ears with a flicker of surprise crossing through his eyes. "Hola, mi amigo. Has llegado a El Tifón," he would murmur before blinking and bowing his head, "... A pleasure to meet you, Angel. My name is Vinicius, please call me Vic.", the siren flicked his tail awkwardly. Was he too forward? "Em. Do you speak Spanish?" he tipped his head slightly, blinking a few times down at the selkirk rex.

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[Mallory]

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She could still remember the day she washed up here. Mostly because that was her first memory. Everything had been lost and she somehow ended up here. Beaten, bloody, and drenched by the sea. Mallory thought up a name and settled here. Never looking back to what her life was before the Typhoon. The dog rathered liked it here and something tugged at her soul that her past was nothing but trouble. That was four years ago.

Mallory hadn’t changed much since her arrival. With the exception of getting a golden hoop earring on her left ear. She looked the same, sounded the same, acted the same. Spending her days grumbling whatever treasures she found a way or off getting into trouble. A real pirate's life. Some of these treasures washed up on the shores. Which was why she was there when she spotted Vinicius and some stranger. So, with nothing better to do, she skipped on over.

“Angel, huh? I don’t see any wings.” Her voice was light and playful. Golden hues looking over the feline. She had no clue what Vic said at first. The only language she knew was the common tongue. And she had never tried to learn another. “The names’ Mallory! What ya want from Typhoon? Looking for a little vacay?” the husky asks, sitting down as she waits for their response.

THE TYPHOON — BLACK HUSKY — BIO — ATTACK IN #780000 & UNDERLINE

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[SOJOURN]

The watery creature front the depths of the eas had been keeping to himself for the most part. Not really caring to be too prominent or less so. It wasn't like he found any true reward in being present or even just being. He was here for the sake of family being here and there was nothing more to that tale. Still he was here and that proved to force him to socialize when he came upon some wandering animal or not. Stepping across the sands be blinked his solid white orbs and tilted his head a little bit. Gaze turning slightly pensive before the flowing water across his body shifted and foamed. With a sigh he made his way over to the three, catching the words of someone he hardly knew. "We aren't a vacation spot." His tone was not sharp or angry. Just neutral and matter of fact as he looked at the stranger then.

Seemed he had stumbled upon the Typhoon and he was looking for them. Great. "Well, you found us. Name's Ciabhan. If you are joining then you are welcome to stay give we have an abundance of room. But if not then you can turn around, we don't have time to house moochers." He knew how he sounded but the maned wolf wanted to get the point across. Pirate or not they were not to be used just for pleasantries and items. They had work to he done and he sighed before he shifted on the spot. Hoping Morrison would get better soon.

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ALPHONSE — KOMODO — MALE — 13 MONTHS — SINGLE — THE TYPHOON

[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #638475;"]the male comes along casually. not speaking as he took a place near the others. eyes on the stranger and head tilting. they would likely be a new member, but if not.. well he liked to fight, didn't he?

so, he hung out to see what would happen next. curious and eager.

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