BABY SHARK // joiner

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[shadow=CD8C95,right]ENCELADUS[/shadow]

I’VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THIS MIDDLE GROUND AT THE COST OF MY SOUL

It appeared that, for now, the jaguar cub had gotten separated from her siblings. Oh, dear. This was not going to be fun at all. How was she going to find them? She was so, so small! Her legs would barely carry her anywhere within a day. She supposed she would have to find a place to stay while figuring out how to find them.

The cub fumbled and stumbled through the marsh, getting her slight cream-tinted fur very muddy. Ugh! Was there a way to move around in this? Her purple eyes had a bit of disgust as she waded her way through, barely managing to get it before plopping down. "Hey, so is there a place I can join or something?" The cub had heard of groups, after all. She figured one lived here.

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[align=center][div style="border-width:0px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 140%;word-spacing:-1px;"]A child's voice echoed painfully in his cranium, bouncing off the walls and attacking his brain with enough force to make the world around him momentarily turn a brilliant white. Drawing a light pink tougnge over chapped lips, the wildcat turned his head slowly to face the direction of the voice, wondering if he was hearing things or that was an actual kid standing there. It sounded real enough, so why didn't he see anyone? She sounded like she was directly behind him and yet, here was no child in sight. He could pass it off as the voice being a figment of his imagination and after everything he's going through, he wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. The headache that made everything ten times more challenging occupied the majority of his time, relentlessly making the world around him much brighter than it really is. When it's not making his surroundings agonizingly bright, darkness creeps from his peripheral to give him tunnel vision just before he faints. Everything was abruptly too loud or too quiet and he should mention the times when he was able to see off in the distance clearly; taking note of every petal on a flower or the small frog perched on the truck of a tree. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he was running out of patience for whatever this was. But it wasn't like he was going to ignore the child, real or not. There was a chance she wasn't a figment of his imagination and she could get hurt if left alone in the territory. As much as he wanted to collapse in a pile, he needed to make sure she was safe. The longer she remained out in the open unsupervised, the higher the chances she becomes food to the gators that lurked in the territory.

Inhaling slowly, Ren forced himself to his paws and walked in the direction of the voice. It took a several minutes before dull luminaries landed on the small form of a leopard in the distance. She was covered in mud and didn't seem to be having the time of her life. The demon huffed in amusement, but stopped as another shot of pain resounded in his head. Struggling to steady himself, he waited until he was balanced once more before continuing towards her, slowly realizing despite the distance between them, he could see her perfectly. Weird.  It wouldn't be the first time this happened, but he still couldn't wrap his mind around it. The heavily scarred lynx stopped before her as stoic visionaries looked down into dark purple ones. Oh! Right. He didn't have the friendliest of appearances and scaring her - kids in general - is the last thing he wanted to do. Taking a step back, he dipped his head politely as broad shoulders were forced to relax. "This is Tanglewood and yes, you are free to join if you like." Lifting his head, he continued to introduce himself. "I am Renegadeanthem. Please call me Ren or Renegade. Might I ask your name?" He rumbled, deep voice holding it's usual indifferent tone with a splash of friendliness reserved only for kids. There was a small moment where he didn't speak and instead took in the appearance of Enceladus. Now that he was there and able to protect her from dangers, he could worry about her comfort levels and if he used his context clues, he could tell she wans't very comfortable. He wasn't fond of the mud either but if the were going to live here then they were going to have to get used to it. "Shall we get you cleaned up?"

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[glow=black,1,400]DID I HIT THE SPOT, PISS YOU OFF, MAKE YOU A FOOL IN FRONT OF EVERYONE — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wandering 'round these parts wasn't as uncommon as one might've expected, considering how out of the way it kind of was. And yet on occasion there was someone stumbling around, covered in mud and one bad step away from game over if you stepped on any of the larger swamp monsters lurking around in those depths. But she certainly wasn't expecting a kid. A whole ass child.

Naturally, Arrow was drawn over by the interaction between Enceladus and Renegade, skirting to a stop near the lynx in the most ungraceful fashion. To her dismay and intrigue she realized the child in question was part of one of them big cat species, she wasn't sure what, but the point was she was in the presence of a baby that could have immobilized her just by sitting on her.  For fuck's sake. At least on the bright side she was nowhere near intimidating, not like the quiet demon that had gotten here before she did. "Yeah, we gotta place just out of the mud." The chocolate feline added to Ren's previous statement about where the cub had ended up, subtly hinting at getting her out of the grime. "Name's Arrow, kiddo. You scratched up or anything?"

[DELILAH.]

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DELILAH EVERGARDEN

— Take a moment to think of just

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tanglewood
- medic
19 months old

physically medium
emotionally easy
mentally easy

demiheterosexual heteroromantic
in love with renegadeanthems

completely blind
androphobic
skittish & sensitive

nature faerie
earth manipulation
telekinesis
x-ray vision

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Slowly, blind pale eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the undergrowth before Delilah pushed her head through, the wet grass along her paws pulling at the appendages desperately.

"Oh, you poor thing.. You smell like mud.. Are they covered in it, Renny?" Squeaked the medic, leaning against Arrow's side affectionately, a purr rising in her throat.

FLEXIBILITY, LOVE, & TRUST —

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[W]isker

[beck.]

    A pang of nostalgia tickled his nose at the scent of a stranger meddling with the border's line he promptly adjusted to, inticing him to creep from the marsh shadows to investigate. Even if his eyes were clouded by a myopic film, deceiving themselves with false ants skittering up his arm and chewing away at decomposed flesh or a cricket orchestra in what little bedding he could sulk in or even miniature sharks swimming in puddles of murky water, he still had a nose to rely on. The scrawny feline would have made an excellent bloodhound if he could, disfigured snout pushing through mud and forming a meandering furrow splitting the swamp's foliage as he lazily followed the familiar scent of the female known as Arrow -- a name that struck fear into his chest just as her namesake did so many ages ago. The wafting scent of the stranger alone informed the poltergeist a handful of features: a child, female, an exotic species of big cat, and separate from any parents or siblings. Worrying to the everyman, yet nothing concerning to an orphaned street urchin. Or ex-street urchin, he couldn't exactly beg and mope around the slums anymore in the afterlife now, could he?

    With his focus glued to the ground, he nearly continued on past Arrow, only pausing to blink up at her dark-furred rear in confusion before violently shaking his face free of mud and sneezing. Beck allowed the adults to speak all their boring questions, flopping back to sulk on his haunches as he peered at the cub under interrogation. Why were they all fussing over mud? It was just harmless mud! The boy's face twisted into a dark sneer, freckles wrinkling as he interjected, "What's so ba-ad 'bout mud, huh?" Wobbling to his feet and scooping up the glorious filth in a bandaged paw, he cackled out with an uncontrollable jerk of his shoulders, "Mud's the best-t! It's good for ya or, or somethin' -- here, try it!" With his final wheeze, the boy lurched forward and shoved the sludge balled up in his paw into Enceladus' face, attempting to smear the mud over her features. Not that he had malicious intentions... he simply wanted to have some fun in these dull times.

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