HOLD YOUR BREATH -- Joining

[SirDio]

SOMBRIS NOCTE - Female - Spotted Hyena - Pittian - Pansexual

Oh, Jesus, this was where her fuck-ups for parents left her? Jesus, this had to be hell. Even with it being in November, it was hot. The hyena huffed a bit as she walked the desert. "Who the fuck decides to live in a desert. In my opinion, it's too hot to make a home out of. But go off, I guess." She groaned a bit. Eyes searching the area, she let out a louder groan. "If anyone even lives here, I've made it what, like halfway through this hell? Someone had better get over here before I decide this place ain't worth my damn time. Oh, the despair of it all!" That last little exclaim was a bit out of her step, but she let out a cackle with it. Hope and despair! She was raised to be both, and she HATED it. Hated it, hated it, HATED IT. But she was stuck speaking about the ideals that she loved dearly, even if the idea of being both wasn't something she was fond of. Oh well, if her parental fuck-ups did one thing right, it was raising her to be an unintentional bitch.

"Speech"

[aine.]

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AINE NÍ BROIN
FLESHWEAVER
FAE DRUID
INFORMATION

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The petite deer-fox perked her ears.  Hazel hues sharpened, moving from a small cactus she had been studying to the unfamiliar voice speaking.  She shouldered her satchel of herbs and hesitantly trotted forward, wings shuffling at her sides.

"Uh- Salut."  Aine offered a soft, albeit shy, smile.  The hyena sounded rather dramatic, but she had been growing used to drama queens lately.  "What have you come here for?"

Thinking about the heat... The Fleshweaver blinked then glanced into her satchel. "I can um- I can give you some water, if you like.  What's your name?"

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[SirDio]

SOMBRIS NOCTE - Female - Spotted Hyena - Pittian - Pansexual

Wild eyes blinked at the child. Oh, this kid was tiny. And greeted her with a word that she didn't know. But with connections between salutations and salut, Sombris was able to understand. "Howdy. You're a little young to be out here this heat, no? Ain't you got a mom or a dad somewhere? Or are they just a couple of fuck-ups like mine were?" Seemingly normal the tone and words, thrown to the wind again by her next phrase. "Oh,  I can almost imagine the despair writhing from them if they discovered you had gone missing in your little brigade!" She giggled a little bit, lips peeled back in a grin. "I was, quite literally, dropped off in this desert. You know any place I can stay?" She tilted her head, quirking a metaphorical eyebrow.

"I certainly won't object to water if you don't mind giving me some. A little bit of hope goes a long way, it seems. Aaaanyway, my name is Sombris. What's your name, little gal?"

"Speech"

[gael]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

"Believe me, she can handle herself," the vulpine remarked tonelessly, hazel eyes settling on the hyena like ice.  But that better not be a threat.

Gael came to a halt besides his daughter, studying the stranger thoroughly.  Left behind sounded rather harsh to the faerie -- he had never understood parents like that, for there was nothing the vulpine wouldn't do, if it was for Aine.

"Sombris," the faerie inclined his head politely.  An intriguing name to accompany an intriguing attitude -- a strange theme.  "I'm called Gael.  These lands belong to the Pitt, and if it is shelter you seek, then we can offer it."

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"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby

[SirDio]

SOMBRIS NOCTE - Female - Spotted Hyena - Pittian - Pansexual

Wild eyes turned to Gael as he spoke, head swinging back gently at his tone. "Hey, now. I'm sorry I suggested she was weak. It's just that I worry about little things like petite little foxes. I worry about little things in general. I've had a shit life, I don't want anyone else going through that despair." She visibly shuddered. Despair. Hope. Despair. Hope. The ultimate Despair. The ultimate Hope. Hope. Despair. Hope. Despair. She shook her head of the constant scream that echoed in her head. "Anyways -- I'll take up the offer of shelter, Gael. I hope I'll be able to help around and stay for a good while, should no despair hit me or the group." She gently inclined her head. Hope. Despair. Hope. Despair. God, shut up.

"Speech"