THE BEST AROUND ☆ joining

[ARVID R.]

The fact is that Arvid didn't want to come off as frightened. He knew that could be a matter of life or death, depending on where he was. He had heard a few rumors about the Coalition of the Condemned, but... nothing conclusive, considering he had only really been looking for a place to live. He hadn't asked for many more details, which in retrospect probably wasn't a great idea. He had to just make the best of it now, though. At the very least, Angelembrace seemed friendly – or well, aside from the comments about how unsafe the canine was. The dire wolf's ears flicked down briefly before he spoke, his dark tail swishing behind him, "I came here because I'm looking for a place to live. I guess it might've been dangerous to come here all on my own, but... I didn't have much of a choice." His multicolored gaze darkened momentarily, the briefest flashes of past events gripping him. He shook them off, however, saying with a gruff snort, "Anyways... my name is Arvid Brynjar Rosenberg. Obviously you can just call me Arvid, though. Is it alright for me to join?" Angelembrace didn't seem keen on running him off, so maybe they were open to joiners? The boy certainly hoped so.

Arvid's attention was pulled away from Angel by the approach of Byriath, looking over at the guru with interest. A skin? He wasn't entirely opposed to the concept of wearing furs for warmth, but... the face staring down at him set the canine on edge. The pup quickly shook his head back and forth, muttering softly, "I... I'm alright. My coat is thick enough that I'm not too chilly. Who are you?" He knew it was a bit rude to ask the name of someone when he was in their territory, but he found himself curious. If he truly was going to be a member of the group, then he wanted to know who he would be spending his time with. Speaking of... his gaze slowly drifted over to Aphra as well, pausing before he questioned the pure white feline as well, "And who are you?" He was unaware that Aphra would probably take offense to the simple question, but even if she did... he probably wouldn't care too much. The opinion of one person didn't really matter to him, as long as he was let in.

i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass