BODY / joining

[madster]

old malphas would have simply hated the fact that there was joiners. he would have cursed at them, judged them against his ideals, and deemed them unfit. now, though, he was fine with them. of course, the underlying wariness would never fade, but for the most part he now understood that tanglewood needed joiners. no amount of good genetics would make their clan any better or worse. he learned genetics didn't mean everything.

padding up next to the captain of the guard, malphas flashed vigenere a cheeky grin before turning to the newcomer. he strode forward, crimson eyes narrowed in concentration. "are you hurt? you look dazed. i'm malphas, a medic," he said, tone gentle.