now get me out of here | joining

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The borzoi strode over to the border that led into the marsh, ears perked and a small frown on his face. This place would surely get his coat dirty.. But a home was a home, was it not? He couldn't complain, really. Royalriddler just wanted a place to stay, even if only for a short while.

"Whither art the worms?"

What an odd thing to say, but the borzoi was just asking about the whereabouts of people. He just called everyone worms... because that's what they were. Worms. "tis I, Royalriddler, and I needeth a lodging to stayeth." He had a funny way of speaking, okay?

"NO." —-- royalriddler / tanglewood / [abbr=1 year old, borzoi, charismatic, loves puzzles]misc.[/abbr] / eyelidd

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DELILAH EVERGARDEN

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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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Pale, sightless eyes peered out of her den when she heard an odd accent, her ear twitching in slight confusion. He sounded like the jesters that Titania had often brought to her court, really. Slowly, the three legged medic walked over to greet the newcomer, a shaky, terrified smile on her face. Based on how the earth held this male, he seemed to be a lot heavier than her. Was he bigger than her- that meant he could kill her in one shot, right? Under her nervousness, the girl felt vines begin to crawl up her legs, grass gripping at her paws as if to tell her to calm down.

I can't, I can't. It's a man, I can't.

Delilah was internally screaming as she tried to open her mouth and say something- anything!

"My name is Delilah, the-the medic here in Tanglewood. You're free to join." She managed to squeak out, tail tucked nervously under her stomach.

FLEXIBILITY, LOVE, & TRUST —

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Last week, his entire daily schedule had been spent by sleepily dawdling around Sunhaven’s camp, occasionally eavesdropping on conversations, and every now and then effortlessly helping out with the workload; other than that, he’d essentially taken a week off from living, and hit the snooze button. It was very relaxing indeed, a vacation which the hound had desperately needed, though his aimless loungig around had caused him to miss out on some events, like that popsicle social, and the rescue-raid for Delilah. The latter pained him so, not only for the fact that Leroy felt guilty about saving his friend, but also disregarded an opportunity to give the Pitt a good slugging.

The mongrel continued, the mess which already existed in his hut made even worse by those gagged up ghosties, when he had heard the faint, voice of a stranger suppressed by the building’s walls, followed by Delilah’s. An accent which sounded... exotic, even more so than any dialect which crossed his ears whilst slumbering yonder in Sunhaven. An oaken door creaked open, and out exited Leroy, cravingly prowling the sooty earth towards the source of this foreign disturbance. His homestead found itself near the outer rim of the housing area in the territory, ultimately obliging his presence a usual one for joiners or visitors; hence, in barely any time at all, the tall canine had made the scene. He encroached beside the vibrantly-pelted feline, whom was often a nervous wreck and, no offence to her, an unsuitable figure for a first impression. Tanglers were strong, built people, capable of surviving; such an influence could not be found in a blind amputee equipped with a wobbly emotional complex. Perhaps, Leroy could restore the situation with his patented moxie.

"I’m sure we can find someone ta fix that li’l accent of yers," he’d begin, ironically teasing the foreigner on his present intonation, a trait which he, too, had been been guilty of. [color=#b2b2b2][b]”And, worry not, f’r there’s a bounty of worms ta be found here, we’re kinda in a swamp right now (though they’d probably be mutated or something). Oh, and I’m Leroy.”

Morgan appeared next, finding the stranger's voice intriguing. He had not heard anything like it before; the closest thing was back when Fenrisulfr was around, but even he was not so... posh.

"Just as Leroy said, you're welcome to join us here. We live in a group called Tanglewood, and we're always looking for new faces."

He stepped half in front of Delilah, announcing his location to her with a low rumble. The Medic's androphobia was clear even if the samoyed did not know if had a name, so he did what he could to help his comrade.

"So, what do you say? Your name's 'Royalridder', right? We've got plenty of places to stay, and most of them are nice if you work on them a little bit."