OLIVER BLACK
MALE - BORDER COLLIE - 14 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
He wasn't sure what kind of people would come to meet him out there on the border, but he knew he couldn't let that influence him. In the end it really only came down to one important ultimatum- was he going to be alone for the rest of his life? For Oliver, the answer had been a clear and resounding 'No'. And that meant that it didn't matter how dangerous it could be, because if it was that important to him than he'd have to face it sooner or later regardless. Better to get it over with right away then spend his time in a forced solitude that would only make him miserable. Besides, Ollie had done his research. He may not have been the strongest or smartest person around, but in most instances he wasn't what you'd call an idiot. Naive sometimes, sure, but not a complete fool. Really he'd had to viable options for a home, being both Tanglewood and a place known as Elysium.In the end he'd decided that this would be his first attempt though, for as welcoming a place as Elysium was he wasn't sure if he would ever be useful enough to them in their desire to see justice met. But Tangloewood, a place of community and innovation, he could contribute to that well enough. Or at least he hoped that was the case, for while he looked perfectly cheerful and confident sitting there on the border, the truth was that Ollie wasn't at all sure of himself or what he had to offer anyone else.
All of these things were put to the test though when the first member of Tanglewood began their approach. The sable canine was easy to spot thanks to his dark fur, and Ollie couldn't help but take note of how much bigger they were than himself. The body language they wore was aloof and curt, and this was offputting to the boy, who'd been hoping for a warmer welcome. He was encouraged by the fact that this was a domestic canine though, like himself. While he was aware of the cariety of powers that others could possess in this world there was a part of him that naively believed his chances were better against someone of his own species than against something like a dragon or a massive hybrid. And in theory a part of this may havbe been true. While Oliver was no trained soldier and while he lacked any grand experience when it came to a true fight, but there was a strong sense of self preservation that wouldn't let him go quietly into the beyond when confronted. More than anything in life, Ollie feared the unknown circumstances of death.
Still, he tried to remain optimistic and it wasn't in his nature to appear cold toward somebody without a reason. For this reason alone he pushed aside his uneasiness and let a polite smile tug at his lips as the stranger came to a halt a few steps away and spoke to him. Ears would prick forward at the curious accent, trying to hear the words beneath the thick layer of culture placed over them. They came easily enough though, and he straightened up a bit and allowed his tail a gentle wag as he replied. "Friend!" he'd pipe up quickly, not wanting the other to take his silence as uncertainty. "I'm here to join, actually. My name's Oliver."
His tone was perhaps the exact opposite of Mikolaj's, his tone polite and outwardly friendly while trying to match at least a bit of the formality the other had spoken with, even if he wasn't so blunt on his end. Wide eyes would watch the other hopefully, expectantly, hoping that they'd be able to tell him that there was a place for someone like him in the clan.
"SPEECH
MALE - BORDER COLLIE - 14 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
He wasn't sure what kind of people would come to meet him out there on the border, but he knew he couldn't let that influence him. In the end it really only came down to one important ultimatum- was he going to be alone for the rest of his life? For Oliver, the answer had been a clear and resounding 'No'. And that meant that it didn't matter how dangerous it could be, because if it was that important to him than he'd have to face it sooner or later regardless. Better to get it over with right away then spend his time in a forced solitude that would only make him miserable. Besides, Ollie had done his research. He may not have been the strongest or smartest person around, but in most instances he wasn't what you'd call an idiot. Naive sometimes, sure, but not a complete fool. Really he'd had to viable options for a home, being both Tanglewood and a place known as Elysium.In the end he'd decided that this would be his first attempt though, for as welcoming a place as Elysium was he wasn't sure if he would ever be useful enough to them in their desire to see justice met. But Tangloewood, a place of community and innovation, he could contribute to that well enough. Or at least he hoped that was the case, for while he looked perfectly cheerful and confident sitting there on the border, the truth was that Ollie wasn't at all sure of himself or what he had to offer anyone else.
All of these things were put to the test though when the first member of Tanglewood began their approach. The sable canine was easy to spot thanks to his dark fur, and Ollie couldn't help but take note of how much bigger they were than himself. The body language they wore was aloof and curt, and this was offputting to the boy, who'd been hoping for a warmer welcome. He was encouraged by the fact that this was a domestic canine though, like himself. While he was aware of the cariety of powers that others could possess in this world there was a part of him that naively believed his chances were better against someone of his own species than against something like a dragon or a massive hybrid. And in theory a part of this may havbe been true. While Oliver was no trained soldier and while he lacked any grand experience when it came to a true fight, but there was a strong sense of self preservation that wouldn't let him go quietly into the beyond when confronted. More than anything in life, Ollie feared the unknown circumstances of death.
Still, he tried to remain optimistic and it wasn't in his nature to appear cold toward somebody without a reason. For this reason alone he pushed aside his uneasiness and let a polite smile tug at his lips as the stranger came to a halt a few steps away and spoke to him. Ears would prick forward at the curious accent, trying to hear the words beneath the thick layer of culture placed over them. They came easily enough though, and he straightened up a bit and allowed his tail a gentle wag as he replied. "Friend!" he'd pipe up quickly, not wanting the other to take his silence as uncertainty. "I'm here to join, actually. My name's Oliver."
His tone was perhaps the exact opposite of Mikolaj's, his tone polite and outwardly friendly while trying to match at least a bit of the formality the other had spoken with, even if he wasn't so blunt on his end. Wide eyes would watch the other hopefully, expectantly, hoping that they'd be able to tell him that there was a place for someone like him in the clan.
"SPEECH
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