bit of a twist; open - joining

[number nine.]

It was hardly unusual for Number Nine to end up spotting new people while he was flying over the territory that Palmclan inhabited. He had made a sort of habit of soaring through the skies high above, taking in the sights and enjoying the breeze in his fur as he kept an eye out for any potential joiners. This time, however, he wasn't the first one to spot the newcomer within their territory. That honor went to Rhinestone, and that was enough to intrigue Nine into drifting downwards, dual set of white wings spread out as the jaguar eventually landed against the soft ground. He was about to nudge his shoulder against Rhine's in a friendly greeting, but he quickly halted, realizing that such an action would probably lead to a disaster. The size difference between the two of them was pretty considerable, and Number Nine wasn't exactly in the business of embarrassing their leader in front of a stranger. So, instead, he just chuckled and smiled, flicking his long tail against the smaller feline's back in a silent greeting.

Once Rhinestone was aware of his presence, Number Nine turned his gaze towards Dovah, looking the other over curiously. He sure did seem like a bit of an airhead, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Even without book smarts – or even street smarts, in this case – it was impossible not to like someone who was kind, and Dovah seemed kind, at least from first impressions. Letting his wings settle back down against his spine, the large feline let out a friendly chuff before speaking to the younger male, "Hey there, Dovah. Sorry you got yourself lost and ended up all th'way out here, but at least we're friendly. I'm not as important as this guy 'round here, but I am a warrior. My name's Number Nine. And before y'ask – I know it's a pretty unusual name. I think that Dovah is much cooler, honestly." Nine considered telling Dovah that he had seen quite a few dragons of his own throughout his life, but he decided to hold off for now. He didn't wanna blow the guy's mind, especially when it was obvious he was already pretty lost. Besides, it had been quite a while since Number Nine had seen a dragon – had he even seen one in this world?

Shaking that off for now, Nine then turned his green gaze towards Rhine, smirking and rumbling to the younger leader, "I think we should let the poor guy in, boss man. His offerings are good enough for me, and I don't think he'll cause much trouble. Vaas and I could probably throw him straight across the sea if he even tried." Nine's words slipped easily forth from his muzzle, and he silently hoped that he wasn't scaring Dovah with them. He had no actual intention of throwing Dovah, or even intimidating him, he just wanted Rhine to know there was nothing to worry about.

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