TAKE THIS BADGE FROM ME // JOINING?

[WINTERWOLF]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Winter can't help but disagree with Nui's entire analysis — perhaps she had simply never met the right sort of soldier. Disciplined, almost certainly. But controlled? He's seen it come down to a battle of wills alone, sharp voices rising until one settled on disobedience or cowed at the harshness of the other's words. Sometimes being a soldier simply meant defiance, standing up for what you believed in. And that was perhaps where Winter had failed. He'd been everything Nui expected out of a soldier, taken to another level entirely. Though he'd walked away, he doubts that he could ever fully leave it, but in a way, he knows what it's like to be a deserter. Perhaps he can sense like people. The lion joins the group mostly out of curiosity — the stranger looks like nothing Winter had ever seen before, yet he carries a familiar expression. Winter would hardly use the word squishy to describe himself, but likewise, he would never see Floris as a docile horse. Curiosity lights up pale blue eyes, and this time he does sit, despite the chill that immediately runs up his spine.

"It's good to know I wasn't special," Winter grunts lowly, the words directed blandly to Nui's incredibly civil greeting. There might be some humor hiding there. Might. "To add on to your list of questions, what made you choose this?"