one drag for my sorrows ;; joining

[cavalrychoir]

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Cav has seen many things:  three-headed snake, a dog with an eye place delicately between their brows, a bird with an extra set of wings- the list goes on. What he hadn't expected was to be approached by a giant spider. It was true Cav towered over him due to him being around the size of an average cat, but if taking the average size of spiders into consideration, Abathur was huge. The wildcat has come across spiders - the largest being a tarantula - so when dull red eyes locked onto him from a distance, he thought nothing of it. But as he decreased the distance between them, Cav inhaled sharply and dug his claws into the soft earth below to prevent himself from flinching away. Okay, okay, what the fuck?! He thought, doing his best to not inch back and instead keep his eyes locked on the arachnid. He will admit, the way he walk was both terrifying and hypnotic and he felt his breath hitch at his throat when he finally came to a stop before him. Cav has spoke to spiders, none of them replied though so it was quite lonely. But Abathur, though his speech was odd, was able to hold a conversation. The lynx couldn't help but wonder if the other spiders were able to speak too and decided to ignore him. That's fine. They're all probably dead anyways.

Choosing one eye to focus on, Cav recollected himself as he dipped his head respectfully. "Hello," he returned the greeting, carefully monitoring the words that come out of his mouth. It would be all for naught if he says the wrong thing at such a crucial time like this. There was a temporary pause as Abatur's inquiry was voiced; hesitation. Now would be the time to back out if he so desired. No one could force him to do anything he didn't want to. The only person who was in charge of him, was him. That was the problem. Cav didn't know how to command himself. He wasn't sure what he wanted either. No, he wanted stability. If he's able to stand on his feet without falling over, he could begin walking down the path to whatever he so desired. He wasn't sure but maybe Tanglewood could provide that. "My name is Cavalrychoir and I'd... Like to join." He finished, feeling his heart rate begin to speed up. This isn't a mistake. This isn't a mistake. This isn't a mistake. He repeated to himself as he stared down at the spider, appreciating the comfortable distance between them. He will grow used to this new environment, he will better himself and he will make the most of the life he was given.

Hopefully. He did his best to remain positive, but there was only so much encouraging words could do.

And then he saw it.

First it was a few, then it was many. Flower petals signaled her arrival and Cav bit down hard on his lip to stop the smile in its tracks. He was happy she was here, more so to greet him upon his arrival. If he was being honest with himself, he had grown fearful that she wouldn't be here, that she'd left before he could join. Now that he thought about it, it was a pointless thought. He could laugh at how foolish he was for thinking such a thing. He wanted to better himself and be with her, hence why he's here. "Miss Ever-" He stopped as the rest of her figure came into view. Okay, okay, what the fuck?! What the fuck?! He quickly rose to his paws as she limped over to them. There was too much to look at- to focus on. Dark luminaries first noticed the harsh contrast in the colour of mud to her pastel fur. It was hard to notice at first due to the slight angle he was in, but once he saw her twisted hind foot, he felt his lips draw back in a soft snarl. Her magenta eyes were lifeless and she looked terrible. He didn't want to jump to conclusions... God he didn't want to jump to conclusions. But seeing her in this state, it was hard as hell not to. "Who did-" He stopped mid-growl, getting a hold of his anger. Delilah had told him she wasn't the most graceful creatures, but Cav wasn't an idiot. He could tell she didn't become this way due to mere clumsiness. He needed to understand the situation better before killing anyone. "I'm joining, Miss Evergarden." He responded, tone much softer this time. "But more importantly, you don't... How did..." He didn't know what to say or how to say it. Swallowing down the lump that formed in his throat, the heavily-scarred lynx offered her a small smile before lowering his head and giving her a friendly and supportive nudge on her shoulder. He wanted to talk, but he didn't want to do it here. Taking this time to lower himself to a crouching position to better look at her, dark luminaries abruptly hardened once more when he heard another voice.

Though the question was angled at Delilah, Cav answered with a nod of his head. "I'm just an acquaintance." He said, looking back at her to see if she had anything to add. They had recently met after all and due to the lack of interaction, he wouldn't call it a friendship just yet. But hopefully they could become friends later on if Delilah would allow it. The demon, however, wasn't confident in himself to uphold such an important relationship without corrupting it in some way. Not to mention, Delilah seemed to be a wonderful person. It would do her good not to befriend an ex-murder. It would also do Cav good not to be integrated back into society but here he is. Breaking the rules too.

Red eyes shifted to watch Morgan fall into place on Delilah's other side with a question of his own. "Yes." He growled, not enjoying having to reiterate himself for a third time. After a second and a quick realization, the lynx blinked his eyes a few times and flattened his ears. Morgan wasn't here in the beginning so of course he didn't hear him. That's not something to be mad about. "S-sorry. That was uncalled for." He closed his eyes briefly before reopening them as he spoke. "I'm Cavalrychoir and yes, I'm joining if that's alright." The annoyance vanished but his deep tone remained even and respectful.

It seems as though the welcoming committee didn't end there. His attention was once again torn from the individual he was addressing to two new faces: a tortoiseshell and a manx. He studied their faces for a moment before giving the two a nod of his cranium, not speaking though acknowledging their presence.