I WALK MY DAYS ON A WIRE | joining

[GEORGIA.]

ooc i feel the need to apologize in advance because i haven't written anything in like a year so if this hurts your eyes: me too

ic Long had it been since Georgia took note of her surroundings.

The smell of the sea was always in her nose; the sound of the waves a constant in her ears. There were times where she wished the ache of the ocean would leave her - times when she feared she'd never smell anything but salt and brine for the rest of her life. But her senses lived and thrived on the rolling waves; as annoying as they were, the gentle blustering breezes and warm sand brought her undeniable comfort.

Georgia could recall when she was a little younger - a month or few ago - and she'd bounce about her father on the sea shore. He watched fondly as she flounced towards the water, flinging wet sand in all directions as the waves parted around her. She would learn of her elementals gradually, by her father's guiding hand and the tales of her mother. "She's always watching over you," he'd assure her.

Now, she was alone - bitter and salty and resentful of the power she wielded. Resentful of what it represented; resentful of the deity supposedly watching after her. There was nothing by the shoreline for Georgia anymore but empty memories and longing for a life she'd never know. Greek mythology was her heritage - and yet, she was so insignificantly small that she couldn't even be deemed a proper Nereid. Nereid's were mystical, playful and spritely; graceful and shy and all the sweet things of an eternal, immortal maiden. Georgia was bitter and angry and flawed in all the way the divine shouldn't be; she, a half-baked deity with no real purpose and a curse to bear.

Her anguish and bitterness followed her closely, clinging to her pale pelt like the curse so kindly bestowed upon her. Much like the churning of a wake by a boat, frothing waves slapped against the side of the small floating craft she had tucked herself into. She flicked them away, ears twitching in her annoyance. Much of these past few hours had gone by in a relative blur, her brain blissfully dissociating from the world in front of her. Georgia had very little idea what she was doing or how she got onto the boat, much less where she was going. And frankly, she didn't care much; there was no destination at the end of her journey.

The next few hours fell past her in a blur: open water, distant islands. Boredom clutching at her lungs so strongly she actually found herself in the water, using it to propel her towards the islands while the small boat and its handlers rowed on towards the larger ship in the far distance.

The moment her paws touched sand, Georgia felt the same bittersweet sensation of lonely-home-distant. The feline hauled herself onto the beach, green eyes sweeping across the expanse of jungle. She was assaulted by dozens of other animal scents, something strong enough that it overcame the humidity and sea water permeating her senses.

"How many animals can get washed up on the same island?" The girl mumbled to herself, chewing absently on her lip. The island seemed to have good resources, and Georgia wasn't particularly in the mood to vie for water and shelter - only, she was sure a feline who was still shedding baby fat and baby fur seemed like more of a target for food rather than competition. Her top priority was to clean up and get some sleep.

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — As ridiculous as it sounded, it wasn't exactly unusual for The Typhoon to find various creatures washing up on their shores. It almost seemed as though more potential joiners ended up showing up through the sea, rather than from the more practical spot of the gate. Michael couldn't say that he had a particular problem with it though, as weird as it was. The only reason the thief had really cared when someone arrived from the waves was because of the salty scent of the sea that clung to their pelt when they finally came ashore. However, after so many months living within The Typhoon, that same salty scent clung to his pelt constantly, even when he hadn't been swimming at all. He had no real right to wrinkle his nose anymore, considering the scent of the ocean and the scent of The Typhoon would forever be linked. Much like it seemed as though this newcomer and the sea were inexplicably linked, although Michael was sure there was some kind of special explanation. It was hard to be surprised by anything seemingly magical, not when their currently injured leader held such power.

The bobcat watched from afar as the waves crashed against the shore, seemingly trying to cling onto Georgia as she hauled herself up onto the warm sand. After a moment of hesitation, the reaver finally moved away from his home, short legs making surprisingly long strides in order to get over to the other feline before she did anything hasty. Michael wasn't sure he had seen Ahab in quite a long time, but he still didn't want Georgia to go wandering around on Typhoon territory and have someone snap at her. That wasn't even beginning to mention the fact the she seemed... young. Very young, practically only just out of kithood. It reminded the thief of his nieces and nephews, and he immediately wanted to protect her, even through the feeling of frustration that filled him when he noticed that, even at her small stature, she wasn't that much smaller than he was. Roxie was definitely going to tease the hell out of him for that, if she ended up. coming over as well – which he was sure she would be, considering her new position as temporary captain.

After a moment of looking over the sea soaked youngling, Michael cleared his throat and began to speak, small tail twitching behind him, "You'd be surprised by just how many of us there are..." He found himself wondering if Georgia knew about the larger island they were connected to, or any of the other larger groups. If she didn't, that would certainly be a surprise. Pushing that from his mind for the moment, he shook his head before continuing, "You look a little worse for wear... could I get your name? You're on the territory of the Typhoon, and if you'd like some shelter, we can provide. Well, provided you're friendly." His opening speech was a little awkward, but honestly that wasn't much of a surprise. Despite getting promoted twice now because of his activity and helpfulness, he still felt a little out of place, welcoming other people in and putting himself out there. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART

[ROXANNE R.]

[glow=white,1,400]I LOVE YOU, CANNIBAL QUEEN ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Ah yes, temporary captain.

Roxanne felt like she needed to be places whenever there was a new joiner but she was trying to keep everything at bay though during all of it, her mind lingered on the exiled son of a bitch that had harmed her niece. She wanted him dead and she wasn't sure how long it'd be before she was able to find him to teach him a lesson. The Officer drew a soft breath lashing her tail to the sides quite frustrated with these thoughts that decided to linger within her mind but they were shoved aside when she heard the voice of her brother speaking, the draconic feline being hesitant for a moment only to pick up her pace and make her way over to see that there was someone unfamiliar at the border. She would spread her wings and would glide over with a few flaps of her wings.

She would land right beside Michael looking at Georgia and realizing that the stranger was rather young looking, a soft smile would appear on her maw as the older femme would take a seat deciding to remain silent seeing as Michael had asked the necessary questions. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[GEORGIA.]

Georgia wasn't sure what she was expecting to walk out of the brush farther up the shore - but it absolutely was not a patchy feline decked in jewelry. To match was a brisk pace and an unusually concerned expression, two things that Georgia didn't quite understand or care to interact with. In her surprise and relative alarm, a breeze twisted the sand at her paws to her right - a reflex reaction that took her a moment to control. The wind seemed to funnel around her, responding to the potential threat that was this odd looking cat.

Once he spoke, the wind fell in it's temper, though it left Georgia almost completely dry. Flicking her tongue against her teeth, she tried to rid her mouth of the sand. She decided he was of no current threat to her based on his tone, though she wasn't past hitting a stranger if necessary. (In fact, she had no qualms at all about hitting strangers at all.) "Yeah?" Georgia said wearily. "You make it sound like there's a secret city somewhere."

Worse for wear? Georgia's nose wrinkled. She'd been on her own for a month now - there had been times she'd dragged ass through a forest to find food while half asleep. Perhaps it was the adrenaline that pushed energy through her bones, but she felt relatively fine. Worse for wear, She snorted to herself. She could show him worse for wear. Then again, as it hadn't really occurred to her before, it might be the physical state of her being - fur pushed in all directions, baby hairs awry.

Of course, as much as she would rather push this guy into the ocean, she also wanted to get somewhere safe for sleep before her post-power energy slump, which was inevitable. Green eyes moving over the state of the strange feline once more, her mouth quirked into a semi-frown. Her name? "I'll tell you my name if I get yours first; I don't usually give away personal information to people I don't know." Even as a kid, she knew it was stupid to open up to strangers like that. Besides, she was naturally curious as to what this guy's name was - if he gave her some normal ass name, she might double over in laughter.

Georgia was preparing to shrug and say yeah, she was friendly enough if they were, but the arrival of someone else nearly had her biting her tongue. This cat - could she say cat? Did that apply if there were horns and wings? Brow rising as far as it could go, she openly stared at Roxanne in childish disbelief. "Does that happen naturally? That's not going to happen to me if I stick around for a little while, is it?" Because frankly, the idea of horns popping out of her head was horrifying. If this was an island for misfits, then her family tree would have her sliding into the ranks almost undetected.

[ROXANNE R.]

[glow=white,1,400]I LOVE YOU, CANNIBAL QUEEN ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Ah, Georgia seemed to be quite sharp and at her comment about getting Michael's name first made the Officer snort in amusement. She supposed that was fair so, she couldn't really argue with that notion as she nudged her brother with one of his wings "Jeez, did ya forget the memo?" Of course, Roxanne Roux was messing around with her sibling though her gaze locked onto Georgia once more noticing all that baby hairs that were sticking in several directions. It was an amusing sight to see and well, she could still remember when Roan's coat would always be unruly though Roxie as his mother would always try to ease down the fur with a few swipes of her tongue. Even if it did embarrass her first born getting a shy mama out of him, the thought made her gaze soften for a moment before realizing how the younger she-cat had held her tongue and was practically gawking at her.

What she said next made Roxie want to burst into laughter but she'd bite her own tongue trying to subdue the urge to do so, her eyes twinkling with a bit of mischief upon hearing the young girl's inquiry about her horns and wings, Roxanne decided that she would have a bit of fun with this even if it was for her own humor rather than simply giving Georgia a curt answer "Oh yes, it'll happen to all of us. This guy here?" She motioned over to Michael with a nonexistent eyebrow raised as she leaned closer to Georgia in an almost hushed voice "He's been here for a little while now but I can start to see the beginning of horns on his head," There was a pause before she would add with a light shrug of her shoulders "I say give it a month and he'll have wings and horns in no time." The urge to laugh was only growing stronger but she resisted as she lifted a paw using a single claw to tap on one of her horns, her tongue swiping across her lips as she continued "But I think it occurs much quicker to younger people such as yourself," She wore a serious expression the entire time before she finally burst into a bout of laughter.

"Pfft... You should've seen your face," She wiped a tear away from her eyes with an obviously amused expression on her petite features and laughter shining in her mismatched gaze, she would shake her head slowly "You needn't worry bout horns and wings... I was born with these," She would spread her wings slowly giving a brief flap before tucking them neatly to her sides once more deciding that she would finally introduce herself still wearing that Cheshire cat grin of hers "I'm Roxanne Roux, Officer 'ere. And like my good pal here, Michael, said you're in the Typhoon." She motioned to everything with a flick of her fluffy tail nodding slowly "Endless sunny skies, sandy beaches... Almost like a permanent vacation..." Emphasis on almost, Roxanne still needed to get rid of Caesar before her home was safe. The draconic feline would inquire with a tilt of her head.

"Ya still wanna stay? Hope, I didn't spook you too much!" [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[AMUNET]

— The uthahraptor would breach the surface for air and spot the trio, only meters from the shallows of the salt-tanged omega. Venadi-them-whole; it sent a thrill along ament’s spine and chased the lingering static of the beasts silent mind. He Now buzzed with the opportunity imposed before him. The herd that inhabited this land-their land has finally fell into the omega’s sights. Beyond their first brief encounter when the venadi returned to their fallen kingdom, this would be the first encounter with three of the herd.

The omega had always despised the water as a hatchling; since his first rise in these lands- in their birthright- ament despised it on principal. Never liked getting his feathers wet. But the months without them- without the stench of sea-foam and salt to stain his plumage and his feathers he found a lacking sense of the tang; a need to fill it.

squishy sands always felt like bile churning his stomach. ament despised the water with as much abandon as before. before it all fell and came to pass, it were hard to say they were a different creature; there were so much new. the sands would always remain and the sea would always roar around his kingdom; his birthright- theirshis. the venadi called this place home and so ament will build them a kingdom to rule, and it started with the herd that culled their nature with it's civil-sense.

the bark of laughter from roxanne and the reaxed poise of the two of the herd's put ament at ease. the third, the stranger.... it prickled at ament's pelt like a gnat, and ament was slow, cautious as he apprached. Unlike his sisters his tolerance for the herds of claimed lands such as these would always supersede. Exodus was dangerous, brutal, Virgo prideful and agressive. ament was silent, catious more than he were curious, but it all stained him the same tone.

Out of the three, the omega- ament was the most wrathful. wrath-anger-static rolled on a repeat and the urge to maim and kill was a battle that curiosity and avoidance tempered; but the trio were in his sights now, and unease triggered a response in the beast that only made that wrath-anger-static bleed into awareness.

In tandem with roxanne's speak ament approached in silent crunch of sands under-claw. large, in comparison to his clanmates, but only a half of his full grown looming height. He stood within their proximity, but aware from them entirely, a simple cock of his head if regarded by any of them. simple and animal-savage like.

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[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — If Michael had known what Georgia was thinking about his approach, he probably would've burst out into laughter just as Roxie had been tempted to do. Despite his relatively high position in the group hierarchy, and his somewhat – emphasis on the somewhat – well known nature, he wasn't the type to go around attacking people. Stealing from them? Sure, back in the day he had been more than happy to size someone up for whatever they had that might be valuable, from the very moment that he first saw them. However, for one thing, he was fairly sure that Georgia had nothing on her, besides her small and raggedy form with fur sticking everywhere. For another thing, although he was still very much a thief at heart, he tried to make it a habit not to steal from joiners, or even those who could be potential joiners. He wasn't particularly enthusiastic about the thought of Goldie kicking him to the next continent for getting in trouble. For once, Michael actually had very little ill will in approaching someone, although hearing her weary and vaguely threatened tone certainly surprised him. A soft snort left the bobcat when he heard her, shaking his head from side to side, "I wouldn't really call it a city, or really a secret, but you're far from alone on this island." The main town of the Typhoon alone had a not insignificant population, and that wasn't even mentioning the myriad of groups that existed on the mainland.

It was after this that the girl denied him her name – only if she provided him with hers, first. He couldn't say that he didn't admire her caution, even if the thought of giving his name out still caused bubbles of anxiety in his chest. He was far from the big name fugitive he had once been, but whenever a new face arrived, there was always a small part of him that wondered if perhaps they hailed from one of the many groups he had once wronged. It was part of the reason why he had used his alias when he had first joined, although that had slowly been tossed aside as he had become more comfortable with The Typhoon as a whole. The bobcat let out a little grunt before he opened his muzzle, about to introduce himself, but was interrupted by the arrival of his sister. He nudged Roxie back when she arrived, and found himself beginning to snicker when he saw the horror that flashed across Georgia's face, especially when Roxie began to throw herself into an explanation of how everyone in the Typhoon grew horns and wings. It was utterly ridiculous, and also just enough to make most if not all of his apprehension give way to amusement.

Giving Roxanne a bit of a harder bump with his head against her shoulder, Michael said with a little snort of laughter, "That was just cruel. What kinda temporary captain goes around spooking potential joiners? I'm definitely telling Goldie." His small tail twitched as he smirked at his sibling, eventually turning his mismatched blue gaze back to Georgia and the matter at hand. Giving her a nod, he piggybacked off of what Roxie had said, his eyes lingering on the sand that surrounded the young feline, "Like she said, I'm Michael. Michael Townley. Good enough for ya? She gave a better explanation of the Typhoon than I could probably ever hope to, so..." He trailed off, only to tense slightly when the sound of heavy footsteps filled his ears. Immediately he looked behind them, his eyes going wide when he saw Ament. He could still remember Lucifer arriving with his little pack of "children," but that didn't make the other's arrival any less unnerving. After a moment of hesitation, he turned back to Georgia, "Ah, and this is—" He tried to think back to the names that Lucifer had provided, eventually finishing, "Ament, I believe. I don't think he's gonna introduce himself." Maybe they should start warning people, if they were going to have massive feral dino beasts wandering around. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART

[Luciferr]

JAIME ROUX

"vengeance is just hope with a history"

”yeah that’s Ament” came a young voice behind the current gathering group, little Jaime padding up quietly to join them.

And well, he was rather another proof to the ‘everyone here has horns and/or wings’ though he had the slit and eerie green eyes to boot instead of the horns his siblings carried.

Jaime stopped beside Ament, and somehow did his best to chitter what passed as a greeting among the pack - he’d wanted to learn to speak their tongue and though it was hard going, he knew at least a hello and a call for help by now

He’d have to enlist granpa Luci and Ament’s help later for more raptor language lessons.

But back to the matter at hand, Jaime’s eyes flickered over to the stranger - an unfamiliar surge in his chest that felt stand-offish to anyone that wasn’t typhoon, he’d noticed he’d been getting taht strange feeling a lot lately - concerning really, but, well, his eyes flickered to his mother - if she was joking with them then surely this must be a new recruit perhaps?

”m’Jaime, miss, nice to meet you” he still had manners after all.

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[GEORGIA.]

Georgia listened in thinly veiled concern, her green eyes growing marble-wide. Part of her was convinced that horns and wings would be cool - glide around, see the world from above; but then she remembered she could already had the ability. Besides, the longer she thought on it, the more it appealed to her. "I mean. Horns to hit people with could be cool - " She started, expression coloring with interest as she leaned towards Micheal so see if there were horns on his head. Then Roxanne started laughing, confessed it was a joke, and introduced herself.

A wave rose a little taller and broke a little harder than it should have on the shore, spraying sea foam in their direction. Georgia wasn't going to pretend that it wasn't her irritation that had the wave crash closer than it should have; and she wasn't going to pretend she had common manners. Wow, great, you're so funny, She eyed Roxanne with mild bitterness at the fact she had taken advantage of her simple curiosity. Whatever. "I'm Georgia," The sandy feline replied, deciding to be petty and not address the joke.

The creature who joined them next was not a feline. Emphasis on not a feline. Georgia was already having trouble grasping the appearance of the first two (though with the oddity of her heritage she wasn't sure why it was a difficult thing to swallow), and then a living fossil just wandered out of the brush to join them. The thing was massive - towering over all the rest of them. The fact that Michael and Roxanne seemed relatively unfazed by the beast tore Georgia's fight or flight response in half, her stubbornness and bitter need to prove herself rooting her paws to the sand.

When Michael spoke again - and Georgia was also reeling a little bit at the fact this guy did not look like a Michael - it was to chastise Roxanne for messing with her. While Georgia utterly refused to take her eyes off the utahrahptor, her ears twitched in the direction of the jewelry-bedazzled feline. Ament, huh? Georgia wondered if it talked. Though, seemingly not, since Michael said he probably wouldn't be introducing himself. In the back of her mind, Georgia decided she liked Michael; she could tolerate him. He was friendly but not overly so. "...Very nice." She said rather absently, eyes still roaming over the feathers and features of the dino.

As another person joined the welcoming committee with a confirmation of the dino's name, Georgia's found herself able to look away for just a moment to note that this feline also seemed draconian, and around her age. She eyed the dragon scale around his neck with some interest; a shiny thing that she wouldn't mind having. The boy seemed to speak something to Ament in a verbal chittering, and the sound of it raised the fur along her spine. It sounded rather unearthly, and she wasn't a fan of it. "Georgia. Cool necklace," She responded rather bluntly.

"So...not gonna lie, this looks a little cult-ish to me; do you all have rituals or something for newcomers?" Georgia asked wearily, guard dropping a little as her exhaustion started to get to her. Her bones began begging for sleep, aching in all the worst spots. "Cult or not, though, if you can offer a safe place to sleep then I can play nice." Her eyes slid over to Ament, wondering whether or not she could trust the utahrahptor to not eat her while she slept. "Provided that the other people here play nice, too." She tacked on.

[Luciferr]

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”as far as I’m aware we haven’t picked up any cultish traits” spoke an entirely new voice, deep and rumbling and speaking from higher up - for the being that spoke was rather tall in comparison to everybody else here

Also strange how he seemingly made no noise upon approach,

Uncanny how he did that - like a very draconic batman of sorts.

Said dragon’s - of which the scale on jaime’s Necklace had come from - eyes flickered over to Roxanne with something akin to mock sarcastic suspicion ”unless I’ve been gone longer than I thought?” the smile in the voice at the end belied it as jest though.

Of course the mismatched eyes flickered back to Georgia then and the dragon shifted, a somehow rather formal bow as he introduced himself ”Luciferus Grimm - and if it’s a home you need the typhoon would gladly welcome you miss Georgia, we don’t hurt our own no” fro all that he appeared extremely frightening to look at, it was rather hilariously juxtaposed by how seemingly kindly he often was,

Books and covers after all.

With all things spoken, the obsidian behemoth shifted out of the bow and spared a moment to nuzzle at his adopted feral son, a brief whuff of air in amusement at the continued faux frightening of strangers.

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