「 ❝ PRETTY LITTLE GANGSTER ❞ ┊ JOINING 」

[Zjarr]

[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Time and time again would he see these street creatures, domesticated animals that lived as strays in concrete jungles, appear on the borders of feral groups, seeking shelter or assistance or simply waltzing about, unaware of just where they were. Some were vile and aggressive, others petty and demanding. And a rare amount simply wished to turn a new leaf in a new place, whatever their reasons might be. His own...hmm, friend and body-mate Flamey was once a housepet, a playful domestic cat whose curiosity led him to do things he did not want to do. (Or maybe that was due to Zjarr.) His inquisitive looks casted upon the unknown led him to hop the fence and never returned to the life he bore before. Perhaps the decision was for the better. Things were better here. And if Flamey really decided to sit in a yard for the rest of his life, the demon would have tried to kill himself. He could not have spectated that shit for another decade or so.

But this creature that lay upon the borders of the Ascendants' territory was different. He was certain. He knew just what he would be getting himself into...allegedly. There was the definite air of stray about this fellow, one that could not be found in one of these sentient feral folk or some wild loner. For a stray, he could applaud the endeavor. Could. Not would.

A newcomer was a newcomer, and the cyborg abandoned his pleasant stride around the territory to face the Beauceron. "Hmm, suppose ya can. Y'got a name?" he replied with a shrug of his broad shoulders. "Eh, I'm Zjarr."

[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼