CALIFORNIA SUNRISE / joining

[Character Graveyard.]

The soft pitter patter of rain hitting the ground was all the ivory female could hear, aside from her quiet breathing and the sound of her pawsteps. A line of blood could be seen rolling down the side of her face, staining her snowy coat. Large and strong jaws would slowly open and she stifled a yawn. She was a graceful creature. A skinny, white wolf with a nice built and long legs. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, though a scar could be seen over one of her eyes. Most of her pelt was caked in mud and dirt, and she was bleeding from an injury on her head. She had been trained in the art of healing, though those memories had left her not too long ago. All the female could clearly remember was waking up in the pouring rain, a wreck.

The female would let out a pained whimper, lowering her head as she did. The pain wasn't unbearable but she hoped she could possibly find someone who could treat her wounds. Then she heard a voice. One that could only be heard by her. A spirit that could possibly haunt her for the rest of her days.

"Dear sister, I do believe you need some help with that wound of yours. It looks quite nasty. I would hate it if something bad happened to you if you don't receive treatment anytime soon."

She would shake her head, remaining silent and simply ignoring the concern coming from the male's words. He was dead. A restless spirit, that wouldn't leave her alone. Nothing less and nothing more. When she came across the Ascendants' territory, she would sit down at the border, a small frown tugging at the corners of her mouth and her blue eyes, alert and focused.

"Lunafreya, joining." She spoke with a soft tone.

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color;"]It was the scent of blood that caused Agathe to arrive so quickly upon the border, a predatory gleam dancing within golden eyes as she studied Lunafreya intently. A joiner? Disappointing. She had expected - or rather hoped for - something different, something that she could have potentially struck down just to get the strange buzz of energy in her body to quiet for a moment. Hopefully, that brief look of disappointment had not been noticeable on her expression, or, if it had been, could have just as easily been mistaken as her thoughts towards this chilly rain... that, she realized as she glanced upwards for a second, was equally disappointing.

"Where did you come from?" Agathe finally inquired, shifting her position so that her red cloak no longer brushed against the ground. The last thing she wanted was for it to get muddy, especially as taking it off to clean it was not exactly the most preferable action to the Lunar Lieutenant. "My name is Agathe Ashyver, by the way," She added, her introduction more of a 'tapped on' after thought than something with deliberate consideration. They had encountered such an influx of joiners recently that she was struggling to maintain a relatively "welcoming" attitude - though Agathe would not be surprised to learn that her typical way of greeting anybody upon the border was far from welcoming. "And perhaps you should get that," She paused only to reference Lunarfreya's injuries, "checked out."