stand up, stand up / joining

[Matias]

It had been a few days since his joining, but still he was finding sand within the thicker parts of his fur. He brought a paw towards his mouth and bit impatiently at his ankle, wrinkling his nose at the crunch of sand between his teeth. He had quite a few strong words in mind for whatever deity had created deserts. For now, though, he would merely focus on the creatures within his general area, and all the foreign smells that he'd been trying to grow accustomed to. The musty smell of rotting leaf litter and damp earth seemed to clog his nose, and much like Perry, he was forced to rely on his sight and hearing to get around. Sorbet spat out whatever sand had remained in his mouth and swept his tongue over his lips, narrowing his eyes as the faintest hints of a conversation met his ears. Someone was talking nearby. The wolf grunted and pulled himself to the paws, slinking from his spot beneath one of the glossy leaves to eavesdrop on the pair by the border. Listening to conversations that weren't his was always an entertaining way to pass the time, he figured. Leaves solidified and vines cracked beneath him as his uncontrollable powers froze the water within them, any gentle brush or prod from his paws spelling the plant's doom. It was a shame really, he thought plants were pretty cool, but there was nothing that could be done about his powers without proper lessons.

He emerged from the foliage behind Sephiroth to slink up beside him, diamond pupils contracting as he eyed Perry up. Even for Bé, who hadn't been able to experience much social interaction in his life, it was easy to spot that his joiner was pretty damn uncomfortable. "Why so nervous?" he asked bluntly, the beginnings of a smirk tugging at his lips. "We ain't gonna eat ya." A small beath of silence followed before he continued in a significantly quieter voice. "Probably." His claws came up to hide the full-blown grin that curled his maw, shielding his laugh with a fake cough. Once the fit died down he dropped his paw, although a pleased smile remained. "Sure ya can join," he confirmed, apparently dropping the false threat. "My name's Sorbet, an' I'm a newbie too." He would have offered his paw in a shake, but he knew that it probably wouldn't end well. Unless someone had fire powers, Sorbet would advise against physical contact. He didn't want to give people frostbite only a week into his joining.