ARE WE CONNECTED // joining

[ORPHEUS]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Orpheus could never claim that he had somewhere that felt like home. Places were fleeting parts of his life — in his experience, it's the people that made a home what it is. But then again, he's only ever had one or two of those and they're all dead. So maybe he'll just stick with having no home at all, some tumbleweed that couldn't find a new place to put down roots. Wandering suits him just fine anyway. Despite long hours on the road, he's still got an urge to keep walking, to see more and experience more and be more. Maybe it's just his dad's lessons sticking a bit too well: staying anywhere for too long was dangerous. He hasn't allowed it to happen for a while now, the worming fishhooks under his skin and the thousands of tiny tears they would leave when something or someone — himself, usually — tore them out when the lines got too taut.

That doesn't seem to be the case with the much smaller cat at the border. They don't cast glances behind them, don't seem bothered by where they stand now. He still finds himself intrigued, head tipping just slightly. "I'm kinda new here but yeah, I think that'd be alright. I'm Orpheus. Have you been in one of these groups before? You sure sound like you know what you're saying."