ACID RAIN — joining

[jericho]

Jericho is perhaps Samuel's polar opposite — where the serval observes this place with a clinical detachedness, the tomcat brims with adoration for every inch of Sunhaven's land and the people who live there.  He spends his days struggling to familiarize himself with each peak and valley in the mountains, every new scent and voice to match.  There aren't enough hours and the blind tabby too often finds himself drawn to the quiet seclusion of the greenhouse or his bookstore instead, yet his love for Sunhaven is what draws him into the territory on days such as this.  Joiners are not frequently so direct, but the words spoken into the mild summer breeze certainly get Jericho's attention, perhaps both for their content and their straightforwardness.

The ginger-furred feline comes to a halt beside the Dawnguard with wide eyes and pricked ears.  His jaws part slightly to taste the air — he recognizes Monroe's vaguely fishy scent immediately, but Boywonder's is more foreign and until he speaks Jericho cannot place a name to it.  It causes the little leader to feel a pang of guilt, the skin beneath his fur turning a sheepish shade of crimson, yet he doesn't let his focus linger on it for too long before his honey gaze blindly turns to the direction in which he can smell the stranger.  Though he cannot see him the wildcat seems to speak with a firm definiteness, unlike Jericho's own polite hesitance.  The male offers up a shy smile in greeting cast unseeingly past Samuel into the mountains beyond but with genuine warmth nevertheless.  "Ah, I'm Jericho," the Helion speaks as his clanmates fall into silence, breaking the momentary lull with his own introduction, gently-spoken and modest in nature, "W-Welcome to Sunhaven, Samuel."

/this post is ASS but welcome to sunhaven b!!