Birth - open/joining

[Morgan]

Emerging from a salty seaside cave, the young samoyed's stomach growled. It padded onto the nearest shore, one of the few clean ones in the area. Approaching the sea, the dog took a deep breath. It took a step in, then some more, and felt a fish's presence on its left some feet away.

The samoyed focused on breathing, and as it did so, a current began to form in the direction of the fish. Finally catching onto its prey's exact location, the dog breathed in deep. In a split second the fish sailed up into the air in a sphere of water. The predator took a sharp breath, and the fish's presence was no more. Returning to its rhythm, the dog pulled the sphere toward itself, dropping the fish at its paws. There was a hole punched through the fish's head, which the samoyed inspected. Its handiwork with producing an ice shard through its prey's skull was above par, it seemed.

...

As it turned to bring the fish's bones back out of its cave, the dog felt a presence it had not noticed before. Focusing, it could feel a whole group of what appeared to be large animals in the distance. The samoyed tossed the bones to its side, deciding to confront the new foes. It breathed and pulled water out of the shore's wet sands, forming a crude, pointed mask of ice around its face and some rings of ice around its ankles. It bounded off into the forest, making its way toward the presences until they were near enough to be heard.

The samoyed failed to realize that it had walked right into the middle of town, in plain sight.

[beck.]

    It was an ordinary day. Every day was an ordinary day when he had already seen over a thousand days in his miserable existence. Was he being too pessimistic? Maybe it was the weather; looming storm clouds and what not blanketing the atmosphere. Stale air carrying warnings of rain didn't distract from his basking in the little sunshine he could find, frigid apparition numb to the rays of warmth. Sprawled on his back and glowering up at the colorless sky through sprouting leaves, the boy would have preferred to remain lost in his sunbathing thoughts, limp paws tucked against his matted chest.

    Shuffling paw pads across overgrown pathways disturbed his trance enough for him to tilt his head to the side, blurred vision blinking at the samoyed while not entirely registering it's presence. He was on the outskirts of their rotting town, and figured the only footsteps around would be members wandering in and out of camp, and hidden wildlife among the trees. After a moment of nearsighted confusion, Beck twisted his upper half around, head reared at an awkward angle as he struggled to flip himself over. Shaking thistles from his darkfurred pelt, the mangy feline was effectively speechless, unable to string words together and instead glancing off to the side. He scrambled to his feet from a knot of scrawny limbs, wheezing out a jumble mess of syllables translating loosely into "Wait, what, huh -- who are ya -- whattaya doin' here?" Interrupting himself to hack out choppy breaths from waterlogged lungs, the poltergeist attempted to look like the dignified leader he made himself out to be, wobbling on muddied tiptoes to straighten his slouch. Lantern-like eyes scanned over the canine in the typical paranoid manner, lingering far too long on what he perceived as frozen accessories before inclining his head to the right with a furrowed brow.

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[Morgan]

Taking the apparition's incoherent speech as a threat, the samoyed growled beneath its icy mask. Its ankle rings returned to their liquid form, forming one large ring of water around its body.

Everything about the creature in front of it was alien and incomprehensible. Somewhere in the back of its mind, the cream samoyed felt a tinge of curiosity among its fear. Unlike everything the dog had ever known, the strange feline appeared to be peaceful.

It stepped forward until its ring of water was nearly touching the apparition. Whatever the thing was, the canine wanted to know it was safe.

[madster]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: ;;"]The tiny child had been a part of Tanglewood mysteriously. It was like one day she showed up without any warning and was now just part of them. The small girl had never met the poltergeist leader she now stood next to, having just sauntered up without any warning or previous note, and so now the twosome became a threesome. Her eyes flickered to Beck quietly, mouth parting as if she wanted to speak to him, but decided she could introduce herself later. This dog in front of her was way cooler than some depressed ghost guy.

"You're weird," The little tabby said with a girly laugh, tilting her head towards the mysterious creature. "What's with the ice? Are you a witch or something?" Circe knew of powers but didn't know where they came from in actuality- she just assumed that everybody shared her religion. "My name's Circe. What's yours?"

[Morgan]

The dog growled once more as another entity arrived. In a way it could not describe, this newcomer's presence was different from the apparition. The tabby's speech was mostly impossible to understand, yet it intrigued the canine. Whatever noises the two others were making, they sounded similar - they appeared to be allies.

The threatening feeling the dog was preoccupied with finally dissipated. In an instant, the ring of water returned to its owner, reforming its ice anklets. Beneath its mask and breath, the dog attempted to repeat the only sound it had retained: "Oo-etch." The feline had placed so much positive emphasis on the sound that it stuck itself in the samoyed's mind.

[beck.]

    Maybe he should have planned ahead and prepared more for when feral creatures waltzed into their camp, with mutated freaks out there trampling around. The canine's growling was enough reason for him to fluff out his grimy flanks and recoil. Dulled eyes widened as the ice anklets abruptly melted as if an unknown deity touched them with a single boiling finger. When water began to float and circle around him like awaiting predators, the boy was paralyzed. His clueless expression dropped as if he had ironically just been slapped by another ghost. Run away, run away, run away and hide. The faintest wisps of punctured breaths slipped from his trembling maw as his knees locked in place and rooted him to the ground.

    A savior, and not to mention a complete stranger to him, distracted the snaking water, and Beck remained twitching uncertainly as the two exchanged words. Or at least one of them did. His curiosity reared its ever-restless head, temporarily driving away his fear as he managed enough focus to croak out, "Can't ya talk?" Despite his regained concern, the poltergeist maintained a noticeable distance from the samoyed, disfigured snout wrinkling as he hastily scooted backwards. His ears perked at the odd sound they were able to produce at the unknown girl's prompting -- he should ask her name, huh? -- yet it left him even more bewildered than before. He'd take that as a definite maybe. "'Oo-etch?' The hell's an oo-ick? That'cha name?" He straightened as pointless questions hung in the air. Clearly, he wasn't going to get anything from this guy. No name, no origin, no demand for shelter, no nothing. Clicking his half-exposed teeth togehter in dead-end thought, he glanced towards Circe, rasping, "So, uh, they lookin' for a place to settle or somethin'?" Usually creatures expressed if they wanted to lurk around in the swamplands with them, but Beck was clueless. Auburn gaze flitting back towards the unknown dog, he did his best to feign a welcoming grin. "I guess ya can stay here, whoever ya are. Not like we don't have any room to spare. God, ya can't understand me, can ya?" A defeated sigh rattled in his chest, and the mangy feline was tempted to give up on the mute basketcase and return to his sunbathing.

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[Morgan]

"Oo-itch, wetch. Witch!" The dog continued to play with the sound, and allowed its mask to return to a watery state, flowing to its tail. The stream of water froze as it wrapped around the tail, finally leaving the samoyed exposed. Its gentle blue eyes darted back and forth between the two felines, and it wagged its half-frozen tail. The canine smiled as it felt an odd warmth inside for the first time in its life.

It inched closer to the pair, then turned to the small young tabby. The sound of "witch" still had not left the dog's mind, though it was now accompanied by another: "Nehm. Nayym?" Though it still did not know what it was saying, it felt like it wanted to stay with the two strange creatures. As odd as the idea of being among others was to the young samoyed, it felt quite nice.

[madster]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: ;;"]The ice-monster dog was attempting to speak, and the little witch girl let her pink-hued eyes wander over to the form of Beck. "Prolly' feral," The child replied casually with a flick of her ear. However, she had never met somebody like the strange feral creature that laid before Beck and her.

"Witch, huh?" Just like her. Of course this creature in front of her was a witch... how else would one explain the icy armor? Of course, all of the witches she had met before had been... civilized, so this brought up new questions in the girl's mind. "Yeah. I'm one too. I'm even named after one. Circe, the sorceress... ah, I'm gonna call you Morgan." She said, a toothy grin.

"Like- Morgan le Fay! She's a witch. An an enchantress." She grinned again, happy to explain anything witchcraft related. "Does Morgan sound good?"

[Morgan]

The dog's frozen tail continued to wag. "Mor, gan, Morgan." Something about the two-syllable sound felt fitting to the samoyed. The rest of what the tabby said was lost to it, but it liked what it had heard. The dog stepped closer still, and gave the witch-cat a brief sniff to remember the scent. "Sir say."

The future was as uncertain as ever for the young canine, but its new friends made it seem brighter. It seemed that this was the start of a new life - a real one.