destruction is his game | open, joining

[darci]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]Mavrin had never been apart of a group such as this before. He lived with his large family, which consisted of his grandparents, mother, father, siblings, aunts, uncles, and so on and so forth. They were a merry little band, able to put any rival group to the test. For Mavrin, it was not a life for him. He wanted to get out and explore, learn new cultures and lifestyles. No sad and sappy backstory, thankfully, just one some might even envy. Mavrin bit the bottom of his lip as the strong scent of the group overcame him. It was overwhelming at first, but he was starting to get use to it by the second. Taking a seat, he expelled a breath and looked around. It would be a perfect time to ambush someone out here in the open, but Mavrin had no enemies here. "Hello?" The male blinked, wondering if anyone would come to greet him.

[Character Graveyard.]

LOST IN SKIES OF POWDERED GOLD ✧ Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Luna had grown up with her mother and older brother. She and Ravus had been given a proper education by a tutor and their mother had taken apart in their education as well. But all of that had ended when Luna's mother had been murdered.

The female had been patrolling the borders, when she had heard Mavrin speak. So she merely changed directions and headed towards the male. "You're on The Ascendants' territory. Are you here to join?"

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[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]The scent of something new wafted her way, and she could smell Lunafreya's mingled within. Curiosity got the better of her as it always did, so she headed in that direction. Her mind told her it was a newcomer - they were always newcomers. Plus, this one didn't smell like Tanglewood, the Typhoon, or Snowbound. She doubted it was another group seeking some political talk.

It did not take the white feline long to find Luna and Marvin. She slipped in beside her fellow Ascendant, and she offered her signature lopsided grin to male with ease. After her recent exploration, she was feeling a little more revived. "Suiteheart," she greeted, nodding her head a bit in welcome. She remained silent afterwards, for Lunafreya had already asked the important question.

[darci]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]The wolf waited and watched silently as the two approached him. Not a large group, but at least it was someone. It was better than being mauled on the spot with questions and prodding paws, a technique his family used to scare intruders away. He blinked, pale purple eyes shifting to Lunafreya, the first to arrive. 'Ah... Yes." You could sense the awkwardness in his voice. Mavrin was not use to interacting with those he had not known since birth. He grew up in a tight-knit cult, after all. Outside contact with anything was scarce and always monitored.

Mavrin was suppose to be the 'Seeker' of his family cult, a rank of rather importance to them. They were suppose to see the future, could predict prophecies, and knew dark magic. In honest truth, Mavrin could not do any of that. Once his family found out this, they were more than happy to let him walk away. A failure, but he knew it broke their hearts to see them go.  "My name is Mavrin - Here to join." He hoped this place was not insane like his family cult, but they had not given him reason to believe so yet.  Looking to Suiteheart, he shifted his weight. "Nice to meet you."

[Margaery]

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Like Mavrin, Margaery hailed from an extensive family that could have indeed been its own group had they tried hard enough. Or cared that much. See, the Mikaelsons were far too concerned with blood and power to do much of anything else but murder and betay. That being said, they were a force to be reckoned with. And pure evil. She often times left out that last part. She had left for vastly different reasons though, tired of her father's suffocating control on her life and her mother's eventual pursuit of darkness and, unlike Mavrin, had been apart of a group far before this one. [color=#b14767]"Margaery Mikaelson," She greeted suddenly, her voice quiet, thoughtful. She wasn't feeling very well that day - both emotionally and physically - and hoped that it wasn't too obvious. Then again, she supposed that she did indeed have an excuse: pregnancy took quite a toll on a person. [color=#b14767]"Welcome to the Ascendants."

She'd shoot a glance at the others before finally finding it within herself to force a smile. It seemed as if these days, she was either too sad, too angry, or felt nothing at all. The fact that she currently found herself questioning which realm she occupied as she stood before the newcomer told her that today was a day of careless apathy. At least it's better than moping over Bastille, she thought idly to herself. [color=#b14767]"Would you like a tour?" She inquired abruptly, remembering her manners in that moment and forcing her smile to soften, [color=#b14767]"Our territory is rather expansive."

[BASTILLEPAW]

AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT

It was a great day to feel absolutely nothing. He supposed that the one bright side to the apathy settling deep in his blood once more was the fact that there were no bad days, no sour moods driving him crazy when his powers went awry or something awful happened. His souls were relatively silent, his powers calmed and quiet in response to his... inner peace, if you could call it that. All things considered, this was the best he’d been in months.

But it came with the downside of complete and utter nothingness. No happiness, no intrigue, no humor. This apathy was a different beast than he’d grown up with, was deeper. The only time he seemed to truly relax or have any fun with anyone was when he was rolling, which. Well. Hadn’t really been an issue so far. (Sure, they all believed it was an overdose that nearly killed him and not Beck, but whatever. Semantics.)

So, as he stopped beside Margaery, it was without even a flicker of hostility or tension. He didn’t even seem to be avoiding her presence or proximity any more. She was just... there. Bast eyed this stranger boredly, and supplied, ”Yeah, welcome and shit. ‘M Bast.”

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