DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO ☆ visitor

[number nine.]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — She knows that it's probably counterintuitive, joining a group and then immediately leaving to go and visit another one, but she feels as though she should go and visit one of the groups that would be one of her neighbors. She knew that Tanglewood was neutral to Elysium, but she also knew that Elysium didn't frequently have allies thanks to their strong morals, and just because they weren't allies didn't mean that she couldn't come and try to make friends. After all, after giving up on her old fruitless quest to find the friends and family she had made back in the Exiles, she figured that she should probably make new friends and relations, ones that she hopefully wouldnt be losing anytime soon. Perhaps it was foolish of her, thinking that she would be able to make friends that wouldn't ever leave her, but she still wanted to have at least some hope in her heart, naive as it was.

Walking through the forest that surrounded the inner sanctum of Tanglewood's territory, Nine found that, despite the fact she had been so glad for her thick pelt when she had arrived in Elysium, she definitely wasn't glad for it here. The humidity clung brutally to her and made her feel like every step added twenty pounds of sweat and exhaustion that made her feel like her back was going to break. She continued stepping steadily forward until she found the line that met the edges of the forest and the jungle, and she settled down against a nearby tree, sighing quite heavily as she tried to regain her breath to continue onward towards their camp – rather, well, if she could even find the Tanglewood camp, since this place seemed confusing as hell compared to the relatively simple mountains of Elysium, or the gorey and decay scented old territory of The Exiles that she could still remember.

Nine's rest, however, was interrupted by the sounds nearby of snapping foliage and shifting leaves as someone – smelling of Tanglewood, she noted – came closer, evidently to inspect the Elysium scent that wasn't usually there. Turning towards the approaching noise, the brown feline meowed softly in her deep voice, courtesy of the maleness of her current new form, "Erm... hello there, whoever you are! I'm 'ere from Elysium, just come to visit and say hello to the neighbors, since I'm not quite used to being near groups yet..." She was sure that the smell of rogues and blood still clung to her pelt even now, and she didn't want them to think that she was some kind of threatening figure, come to attack them or steal things.