ROLLING UP MY SLEEVES || o, joining

[astre]

[Warringkingdoms]

  [font=trebuchet ms]Intruders seemed to be more and more common nowadays; most were of the "accidentally went too far into the territory" variety, but a few had been of the "looking to shank someone" variety. Either way, the sight of anyone within the borders that she didn't already know was enough to make her wary.

  The lioness at the waterfall appeared tired and thirsty, but Rin remained on her guard as she approached- if the stranger did turn out to be aggressive, one swipe of that iron tail could knock her head clean off (a macabre thought perhaps, but probably true). "Who are you?" she asked softly, tugging at her scarf with one paw. After a moment, she added, "Er, drink first before answering if you need to."

[Margaery]

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They certainly had experienced a high volume of trespassers as of late (and much to Margaery's disdain). After the 'Raven' incident, she had grown to be especially wary of those who seemingly wandered onto their territory- even if such was an innocent mistake. She understood mistakes... she just didn't wish to see her clanmates harmed again by a rogue blade dispensed by the hands of a, well, rogue.

She was here now, arriving with an unreadable expression as she gazed between Warringkingdoms and the newcomer. She didn't seem to be intent on disturbing anything - she was just taking a drink after all - but that tail set her on edge. It certainly didn't seem made for appearances. She idly wondered if such could be considered a weapon and, in the same vein, if she should be worried. Margaery didn't air her worries though, instead resigning to silence as Rin handled the situation.

[BASTILLEPAW]

Bastille didn’t really fuck. Most of those who wandered past their border were confused or lost, and the vast majority of them ended up sticking around once they realized they’d stumbled upon a group. Sure, they had scent markers, but he couldn’t actually begrudge strangers for not recognizing them for what they were. As long as no one got hurt, he didn’t care; and if someone did get hurt, as long as he could hunt down the culprit, he didn’t care.

Then again, Bast did generally didn’t care about much. In the days following Starry’s death, he seemed to have spiked in inner turmoil, before dipping straight into a state of numbness. His stare was dark and apathetic, sliding over this femme listlessly as he stopped beside the others. The ground still cracked jaggedly under his paws with every step, but Bastille didn’t seem to notice as he said, flatly, ”This is Ascendants territory, by the way. You seem lost.”

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[astre]

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BRIGITTE.

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The sudden voices behind Brigitte shocked her, almost comically, as she hopped into the air in response. There were three of them, and she’d been outnumbered. She didn’t realize she had trespassed into unknown territory.
She swung her body around to meet the strangers behind her, the flail on her backside swinging with reckless abandon, striking a nearby stone on the wall. The tail vibrated vigorously, sending a jolt through Brigitte’s body.
She gathered her composure while she still had the time. She didn’t need to seem hostile, or crazy, after all. She dipped her head in a respectful fashion towards her strangers, pulling back her long mane with her forepaw and adjusting the clip so that it doesn’t get caught in the wind. She wiped the dripping water off of her chin. She must have looked like a slob drinking the water from the falls the way she did, but what could she say? It felt like days since she’d had any kind of hydration.
”H-Hej!” Her native tongue blurted out in a panic. It seems that they weren’t familiar with the language she spoke, though, so she reverted to the language the Crusaders taught her.
”I’d not meant to trespass inta’ your territory! I guess that stuff I smelled was scent markers, huh? Sorry that this was the way things had to start out. My name is Brigitte Lindholm.” She smiled wide, true to her enthusiastic persona. She spied one of the strangers taking a look at her tail, which had probably seemed a bit dangerous, especially to new faces. She hid it behind her body as to not seem like she was poised to attack any of them.  ”Don’t worry, I’m not here ta’ start a fight. Actually, I’m lookin’ for a place ta’ call home.”
This place... what did one of them call it? The Ascendants territory? For some reason, it felt familiar. Perhaps that’s why her caretakers brought her here. By the looks of it, they were pretty tight knit, ready to protect one another if hostility struck the group.
It was perfect.

[Luciferr]

[Suiteheart]

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Upon hearing a new voice and smelling something she had never before, Suiteheart padded forward. She came to a halt beside Eternalwar as baby blue eyes sized up the younger lioness. The only thing extremely note worthy about her was her metal tail. God, that was something you didn't see everyday. Her eyes lingered on it for a few moments before slowly drifting towards the trespasser turned hopeful joiner.

"Suiteheart Folie-Mikaelson," she finally greeted, her words were cooly and calmly spoke as if she were undecided about the other femme. She waited, allowing her brain to make its decision about Brigitte. A few more ticks passed before she added, "Guess it's about time to fix our borders up. We need a lil' something that's more obvious than fucking scent markers." She flicked an ear at her outward musings before shaking her head.

In the end, she presented a lopsided grin towards Brigitte. The girl was alright in her book - a first for trespassers if one did not count Rosegarden. Brig seemed sincere in her words, and she was actually wholly and completely sorry for trespassing (an actual first). "If you are planning on joining, welcome then. We can show you to camp, and I can give you a tour, if you'd like. Or if you're more of a solo kinda gal, you can go on your own - we have maps 'n' shit," amused eyes darted towards Bastille, having stolen his infamous line, [color=#73B1B7][b]"Ooh, and you'll need to start work on your pendant once you're all settled in."