YOU'D PROFIT TOO [joining]

[Bell]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]It had been raining recently. The mountainsides were slick with cold water, and any earth in between was soft and damp. His cervidae back legs had no trouble finding purchase in the nooks and crannies of the rock, but the soft paws attached to his front legs didn't have as much luck. Beads of blood bloomed from tiny cuts in his flesh, shimmering with the soothing hues of a sunset. It was times like this when he wished that all four of his legs ended in hooves, instead of just the back ones. No matter, he'd suffered much worse than a couple tiny cuts before. He reached the peak with no more than a few scrapes, and made the much easier descent with a couple well timed leaps. If the wooden barricade was anything to go by, he had finally reached Sunhaven's border. Sundae finally took the time to lap the blood from his paws, taking a moment to survey the barricade and weigh up his options. Surely there was some way to sneak though, especially with those wings of his, but there was a reason he had come this way instead of flying right into their humble town. He had finished the purification process in the last town he had been staying in, and it was about time for him to find a new one. This 'Sunhaven' was not only the closest shelter, but also the one that sounded the most appealing. He didn't want to get on the wrong side of this group just yet, so he would traverse the mountains like any other joiner, no matter how much he disliked the thought of putting himself on display by walking through some grand entrance.

Sun rolled his shoulders, his wings stretching to half of their full length and rattling the quiver that hung by his side. He hoped that the golden arrows within wouldn't be necessary, but one could never be too sure when it came to groups of strangers. The last thing he wanted was being caught off-guard and slaughtered. Without a contractor to leech off, the resurrection process was more painful than the death itself. From what he had heard though, Sunhaven wasn't one of those warbound groups. Rather, one that preferred peace, something that the pacifistic angel could always appreciate. He had always been more of a lover than a fighter, despite all his teachings. Finally he stopped his calculations, shaking the thoughts from his head and pacing the length of the barricade until the gates came into view. He straightened his posture and pressed his wings tightly to his sides, finally proceeding to the front of the open gate. "Good afternoon," he found himself saying, his silky voice soft and measured. Caution surrounded him like a shield, his regal posture tense with preparedness for an attack.