07-17-2018, 11:36 AM
The Typhoon. Alright. Her latest allegiance. It made her feel disloyal, traitorous, insincere, to switch between Clans so quickly. She'd been so fond of her last, so close to feeling at home. A bizarre feeling for someone who'd spent the majority of her life alone. But, alas, she was surrounded by people she didn't know and who's to say there wasn't potential for the same fondness? Besides, she could swear she picked up on a familiar scent on her way here. She could only hope her senses weren't playing her.
"Thank you." Spoke Cal in response to the hound. She opened her mouth to query something, but the scent of literal wet dog distracted her and she looked up to see a she-wolf approaching. Her gaze lingered momentarily, smile becoming more genuine as the femme muttered Calypso's name under her breath. It was only when she introduced herself that the mutt's smile dimmed. Rochelle. Someone from her home, a dark jaguar who was quite something to look at. It reminded her of her circumstances yet again, but she dismissed it; it wasn't uncommon for two different individuals to have the same name.
"It's a pleasure, Rochelle, Luca, Goldie." She nodded to each, molten eyes kind but lacking energy. She was looking forward to some rest, perhaps some water safe to drink, but first; everyone was revolving around the first to arrive at the border. He was clearly the leader, and she had yet to get the smoker's name. A Leader spoke volumes about a Clan; she was curious. With good nature, she turned Pincher's question on him. "And you are?"
"Thank you." Spoke Cal in response to the hound. She opened her mouth to query something, but the scent of literal wet dog distracted her and she looked up to see a she-wolf approaching. Her gaze lingered momentarily, smile becoming more genuine as the femme muttered Calypso's name under her breath. It was only when she introduced herself that the mutt's smile dimmed. Rochelle. Someone from her home, a dark jaguar who was quite something to look at. It reminded her of her circumstances yet again, but she dismissed it; it wasn't uncommon for two different individuals to have the same name.
"It's a pleasure, Rochelle, Luca, Goldie." She nodded to each, molten eyes kind but lacking energy. She was looking forward to some rest, perhaps some water safe to drink, but first; everyone was revolving around the first to arrive at the border. He was clearly the leader, and she had yet to get the smoker's name. A Leader spoke volumes about a Clan; she was curious. With good nature, she turned Pincher's question on him. "And you are?"
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[glow=black,2,300][b][i]I WALK IN GODLY FORM[/glow]
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