TEDDY BEAR — O, JOINING

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]eerie was... definitely a good word for the territory. deep and dark, fog clinging to the ground with winding trees and trails, heavy shadows that loomed day and night. in the beginning, it gave him chills; fur standing up, claws subconsciously digging into the dirt. everyone grew used to it eventually. that, or they left when they found they couldn't accept the way of life around here.

after all this time, pres could not call himself a warmonger, could not relate to these rogues he lived with, the violent creatures that looked to him as their leader. he never could relate, not really. he was pacifist, or at the cery least, he held their ideals. the male knew well of how to defend himself and how to fight... and yet, that had not saved him before. he was weak, it was true. helpless as an unknown lioness barged into their home and pinned sola. helpless as he was thrown to the ground, the next to be pinned, a mere domestic cat being crushed beneath this stranger, wheezing as ribs snapped and eventually...

prestige shook his head. he found himself wandering the territory, moving toward the border. it was empty for some time, but soon enough, he spotted a figure. the snow leopard's paws picked up to a trot and he came to stand in front of the winged feline rather quickly. he offered her a smile upon approaching, pausing a generous distance away from the woman, minding her personal space unlike... some of the others here. "hello," he greeted. "this is the rosebloods. do you have business here?"