ONE AND ONLY — o, intro

[Luca]

Luca had been putting off his entrance ritual. Right now he was kind of a half-member, lurking around the territory and sliding in every now and then sometimes to cause trouble. He would have to face it eventually, to prove he wasn't as weak as he looked and acted, but he was still... hesitant. The thought of it kept coming back to him at the worst of times, causing his heartbeat to quicken and his paws to tingle nervously in the midst of otherwise normal conversations. The Typhoon was probably the best place for him, but he felt like he would never be able to gain the respect of his companions if he didn't at least attempt it. He had to do it, even if it meant facing his worst fears, things he had tried to bury centuries ago.

The smell of smoke filled his nose and throat, still stinging him after all these years. He shook his head and took in a deep breath of fresh air, exhaling the polluted breath and watching it disappear into the air around him. He had to take a walk. If he was lucky he'd be able to find something to distract him of his thoughts. If he was unlucky, however, it would be best for him to find somewhere secluded before his emotions hit him too hard and he started burning stuff on accident. Even now embers flickered on the bottom of his paw pads, sizzling slightly when the came in contact with the damp sands of the beach and sending puffs of steam towards his face whenever the tide washed over his paws. He was thankful for the cool of the water, lost in his mind as he trotted lazily along the shoreline. It wasn't too long before he finally came across others, the sound of voices in the near distance bringing Luca's gaze up and towards the pair. It was about time, he supposed. He was starting to get tired of being by himself.

The hellhound shook off his paws before leaving the waters to avoid scaring off Marcellus' fish, fixing his curious gaze on the cheetah as he moved to stand on the drier sands. The ground rock and shell stuck to his damp fur, prompting a bit of a huff from the soft-furred canine. "Maybe you should find a tutor or something. I know I wouldn't be able to teach myself to fish right off the bat," he said in an attempt to he helpful, taking a slow seat to observe the feline. Luca doubted he'd be able to fish without any special equipment. The heat from his paws often made fish reluctant to come near him, and he didn't have the patience for waiting anyway. "I'm Luca, by the way." He offered Marcellus a smile and a bit of a flirtatious wink, curling his cream tail around his paws.