winging your change ._. joiner

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Hurridly tiny wings flap through the air, carrying forth the owner of the flight enabling limbs. Fluffy the body, despite the small size, with a glowing stinger hanging below them in the air. Fluttering over leaves of similar size, diving down; four eyes staring ahead as they search for what they had been told to seek out. It'd been quite some time since that hushed whisper had begun to loop through their head, but it had remained nonetheless. They twist and maneuver around and through the air, barely disturbing the leaves that they flew past.

Four golden eyes finally find someone, a living person, and they come to a halt on a branch. Tiny are the paws that grab and move the dragon along, looking for a good angle. Mouth opened and closed, long teeth scraping briefly against their lower lip. Ears flicked, weight shifted, and they fell from the branch to land on the one they'd landed above. Didn't matter who, or the size, anything of the like. Wings spread, slowing their descent, and they landed in a manner that almost could be considered graceful.

"Excuse me, is this the Pitt? I was told this was the Pitt. If it's not the Pitt I may just have to kill you, though, because, like, I'm super secret, mhm." For such a tiny dragon their voice was absurdly loud; not a yell, but definitely projected in order to actually be heard by larger creatures. On one's back would be Beezlebub, a midget of a dragon that barely could qualify as being more than four inches tall. Wings folded against their back, patiently awaiting for an answer and not giving one for why they thought it alright to stand on people that they didn't even know.

dragon + the pitt + they/them

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[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

male — the Pitt — bio — pinterest board

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The panther had been enjoying a stroll, stopping in the shade to rest, when something landed on his back and began screaming. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me..." He murmured, flicking his tail and turning his head to identify the sound. "Yes, this is the Pitt. Now will you get the fuck off me, you tiny bastard? Who the fuck are you?" His accent grew thick, impatient. He didn't want more paws on him than absolutely needed and he couldn't be bothered to rub his back against a tree to get rid of the trespasser.

#psychosocial.

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]I'M LOSING MY MIND TODAY ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Loud yelling already? So soon after he had taken over too, huh. It was a sign, Dante felt, that they had been left to get trodden over for far too long. At one point in time, The Pitt would have been feared if anyone crossed their borders. Searching for the source of the faint yelling, Dante eventually found Jormungand in the shade, huffing about to... no one?

"Who th' hell are you talking to?" Dante asked, amusement in his voice. "D'ya know where that shouting came from? Thought I heard it coming from this direction." Then again, it had been quiet before so its definitely possible he went the opposite direction.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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Not one, but two faces! Promising it was, although they had heard that there was more than just one group living on this continent. So this very well could have been two people of another group they’d have to kill, which would be both sad and a great kickstart to a brand new reputation.

Tiny bastard should be considered an insult, but a giggle sounded as the insect looking dragon flapped their wings and did as asked. “Name’s Beezlebub! Best assassin of the Sunarion Oasis, actually. But it’s a secret, mhm, so don’t tell anyone.” Wings buzz, holding the little dragon aloft in the air. This was the right place? Good! Good! No murder for now, which was both good and saddening.

“Looking to join this place, then. Heard it would fit someone like me, I hope?” Four eyes blink in a curious manner, tiny legs kicking at the air. “My buddy is resting up after flying us both over the ocean. Dunno when he’s showing up, got too excited and forgot to ask. Would we be alright to stay?” The blathering from the tiny creature continued, wriggling their abdomen below them as they awaited an answer.

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[rhosmari]

CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle..." The feline muttered softly as he came upon the scene, eyes narrowing as he tried to identify the small dragon that was talking to them. He had personally never seen anything this small before and he didn't really think he ever would but well, look at him now. Seeing a small bee sized dragon and one claiming to be the best assassin from wherever he had come from. Maybe he needed to sleep more, not enough could make him hallucinate or so he had been told but he felt fine. So this was real. Funny. Shaking his head a bit the tom cat would glance at the other two before looking back to the small bee sized creature. He was a bit cheeky too but well this was the Pitt. They accepted everyone, well everyone there was worth their salt and followed the rules. "Ain't no reason not to let you in. Ya know, if you don't mind the heat and all the sand. Can be chafing in some places." Lightly he dusted off his leg, giving an example before he glanced back up. Ah. Introductions were next right? "Name's Valhalla. Ah, yeah, make yourself at home. Maybe you'll get to assassinate someone soon. Tanglewood is on the menu, at least they will be soon."

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JORMUNGAND

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Thank God Beezelbub flew off of him. He shook his fur out as Dante approached, questioning the noise. "I believe we've got a uh, dragon thing?" He gestured with his chin to the area Bee should be, then nodded as Valhalla approached, optics gleaming as Tanglewood was set on the menu.

#psychosocial.

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]I'M LOSING MY MIND TODAY ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

"That's a fucking tiny-ass dragon." Dante snorted, but thankfully Jormungand's gesture was able to make the hybrid notice the tiny creature. Such a tiny creature claiming to be the best Assassin out there? I'd like to see it. Dante mused to himself, a snort escaping him; he certainly had his doubts. Although, he supposed, being that small would certainly have its benefits. "Welcome to The Pitt, lil' guy. M'name's Dante Northwest and I'm the Ardent here."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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A third! Such was very exciting, and Beezlebub's abdomen wriggled briefly in delight. Hovering in place was quite tiring, and their head swung around before they settled to land on the ground beneath them. The heat being an issue? Talons flexed and a small shake of their head, followed by a snicker. "Oh, no, no, the sand doesn't bother me any. Quite used to it!" Ears twitch, four eyes looking briefly to the ground around them. Much like the oasis they were used to terrorizing with their partner, albeit this place had quite a decent amount of trees greater than their home.

Tanglewood. They had briefly heard of the place, enough to know that it was a swamp and that they had been set on the menu. Which was good, for Beezle was actually rather hungry. Some nectar would hold them over for a while, but blood was always needed for the protein and long haul. "Love to do that. Love doing that. Mhm. I have lots of skill, you'll see in due time!" They grind and raise their head, before pivoting to look back at Dante. Tiny? An ear flicked, and wings moved to shrug. "I think my ass is normal sized, actually," Beezlebub replied after a brief moment of thought.

Ardent? Beezlebub wasn't too sure what that was, but decided that they'd learn the meaning in due time. Allowed to stay, they were? Good, good, and their wings flap and launch them into the air once again. "Nice to meet you, Dante! Or do you wanna be called Mr. Dante? Some people are formal like that. I'm not, but figured I should ask." They flutter close for a moment, backing away again a moment after. Golden eyes move to the others present, head tipping before they spoke again. "Valhalla? Nice to meet you, too! And you?"" They turn to Jormungand, pivoting in the air to face him.

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JORMUNGAND

male — the Pitt — bio — pinterest board

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Boy did this thing have a lot of energy. Jormungand laughed, a bark of a sound, as Beezlebub picked up names, their eyes flashing around to everyone before turning to him. "Our Ardent is the leader." Quick explanation since the dragonlet seemed confused with the term. "I'm Jormungand."

#psychosocial.

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]I'M LOSING MY MIND TODAY ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Beezlebub did not realize that Dante didn't mean 'tiny-ass' literally and that was absolutely fucking hilarious to the hybrid. Dante had a huge grin on his face, though he tried to hide his laughter at this whole situation. God damn, this was the most fun he's ever had with a joiner. They've definitely earned some points in his mind. "No formalities needed. I ain't apart of that life." He replied simply with a shake of his head.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]