His attention was soon drawn from the older man, however, as Goldie approached. She was young - a bit younger than him, it looked -, but far taller, he noted, with mild irritation. She was injured, too; bad. Junior knew danger was everywhere, but he'd expected things more like little scuffles, in places like this. Weren't groups supposed to be safe (or, safer)? The girl looked as though someone had tried killing her, for Christ's sake. Maybe it'd been some kind of freak accident, or something, though. "You too, Goldie," the tabby purred in response, lips curling up into a smile as two more arrived; a wolf and another feline. The wolf - Rochelle, she called herself - was injured as well, and Junior was beginning to wonder if this had been the best place to go, but he waved away his concerns. He'd made it through all the other shit life had thrown at him- whatever this place had to offer, it couldn't be any worse.
"Oh, it wasn't so bad," Junior assured her with a convincing smile, not wanting to admit that he'd been traveling for nearly a month and hadn't even intended on ending up here. Luckily, he had an easy excuse to look away from the femme; a striking bengal, one that looked to be about his age. Back home, he would've been called a number of names for showing any sort of interest in the other tom, but judging by the other's demeanor, it wasn't like that around here, and besides, if anyone did try confronting him about it later, he'd just teach them a quick lesson. Easy. "Coldblue?" he echoed, cocking his head ever so slightly to the side. "Suits you," Junior noted the other's icy eyes, his smile returning, far more genuine than before. "But, really, the pleasure is all mine, Blue." He picked up a nickname quickly, likely one already in use, considering "Cold" isn't a very good name. There was a small pause, before Junior questioned, his inquiry directed to the small group of animals as a whole, "So, what is it I have to do before I can really get in this place?" There had to be a catch- there always was. Without some sort of initiation, they'd undoubtedly be letting countless criminals in their home. Though, he still wasn't convinced this wasn't a group of cannibals - he was kind of scarred by the last one he'd encountered.
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Baby blues were quick to fix on Papercutter as he came into view, masking his quiet surprise at the sight of the jackal. Despite having traveled through many groups, he'd had yet to come across canines that weren't feral- all the ones back home had been violent, crazed creatures, ones that were bound to kill you if they managed to catch you. Most in that town lived in constant fear of the canines that would sometimes get loose from their owners, very few having survived their attacks. To be approached by a rather civil-seeming one was shocking, to say the least, but he didn't let it show, instead listening closely to what the other male had to say. Wild, huh? He couldn't help but wonder what this guy's definition of "wild" was. He sounded cocky, perhaps, but he wasn't wrong. Unless they were going to be throwing him in a pit of lava or forcing him to eat another person's heart, or something, he was pretty sure he'd be fine. [color=#5B81AE]"Thanks, Papercutter." Weird name. "Cool to meet you." His attention was soon drawn from the older man, however, as Goldie approached. She was young - a bit younger than him, it looked -, but far taller, he noted, with mild irritation. She was injured, too; bad. Junior knew danger was everywhere, but he'd expected things more like little scuffles, in places like this. Weren't groups supposed to be safe (or, safer)? The girl looked as though someone had tried killing her, for Christ's sake. Maybe it'd been some kind of freak accident, or something, though. "You too, Goldie," the tabby purred in response, lips curling up into a smile as two more arrived; a wolf and another feline. The wolf - Rochelle, she called herself - was injured as well, and Junior was beginning to wonder if this had been the best place to go, but he waved away his concerns. He'd made it through all the other shit life had thrown at him- whatever this place had to offer, it couldn't be any worse.
"Oh, it wasn't so bad," Junior assured her with a convincing smile, not wanting to admit that he'd been traveling for nearly a month and hadn't even intended on ending up here. Luckily, he had an easy excuse to look away from the femme; a striking bengal, one that looked to be about his age. Back home, he would've been called a number of names for showing any sort of interest in the other tom, but judging by the other's demeanor, it wasn't like that around here, and besides, if anyone did try confronting him about it later, he'd just teach them a quick lesson. Easy. "Coldblue?" he echoed, cocking his head ever so slightly to the side. "Suits you," Junior noted the other's icy eyes, his smile returning, far more genuine than before. "But, really, the pleasure is all mine, Blue." He picked up a nickname quickly, likely one already in use, considering "Cold" isn't a very good name. There was a small pause, before Junior questioned, his inquiry directed to the small group of animals as a whole, "So, what is it I have to do before I can really get in this place?" There had to be a catch- there always was. Without some sort of initiation, they'd undoubtedly be letting countless criminals in their home. Though, he still wasn't convinced this wasn't a group of cannibals - he was kind of scarred by the last one he'd encountered.
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