[ cold love / joiner ]

[Luciferr]

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P H O B O S  .|.  S U S U R R U S  I N F E R I  .|.  D E I M O S

”oh I wouldn’t know, sometimes there’s treasures in the desert, if you know where to go” a voice answers the stranger - from a strange formed feline, a dash of black and white marring the golden dunes accented in hints of reds and blues, a face that seems to have had black scars rent in triplicate tear tracks from sky blue eyes.

The feline inclines his head to her as if listening to something first before he speaks further, shifting his blue tinged white and black form - a black so deep it seems to absorb the light, speckled as it is in the strange fluorescent blue and red hints - as he sits ”I assume you’re here to join stranger?”

Probably unlike most of what many say of the Pitt, he’s rather more neutral, guarded certainly, but not bloodthirsty - at least not for mortal meins, his hunts are for things far more dangerous to all, better that way, it is simply what he is for.

He rolls his shoulders taking her in quietly for a moment - memorising a face to put to a name later - it would be good to have more among them, given their leader was set to have half the world hate them - though given what he’d witnessed, the world had already made its mind up about the Pitt long before they’d got here.

A shame that it seemed to disinclined those here from trying to be better in any stretch of the word - if the world saw naught but to hate you, what else were you left with he supposed.

Which is why it always surprised him when strangers joined that seemed to be less inclined of the sort of rumoured temperaments they had - it made him wonder what her story was, was she came here to ‘set up shop’

He went to speak but distant cries had him looking up and over his shoulder to spy familiar shapes circling the skies - they didn’t descend, merely kept circling out towards their respective paths but he recognised the cry for what it was and a small smile tugged at his lips before he turned back, something warmer than his cool neutrality of before in his stance

”I am Susurrus stranger, if I might also get your name?” no doubt he talked too formal or too olden, but it was as he had been raised in a home now it’s own pyre, it was what it was.

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