CHOKING ON THEIR HALOS / open + joining

Luca didn't know what had possessed him to make him decide to walk for hours across the soggy trail that led to The Typhoon. He had talked about, and apparently there were a few other groups around, but he just had to choose the furthest one because it seemed 'cool' and 'exotic'. Boy, was he regretting that now. About a mile back he remembered that he could probably just use his wings, but he had already made it this far and it seemed like a shame to cheat now. Thankfully, he could see the gates he had heard about looming in the distance. The demon came to a halt once he deemed himself close enough, falling down on his haunches and stretching his front paws. "Helllloooo?" He called, rocking backwards slightly to stare up at the rest of the island. He was already regretting sitting down. It was good to get some rest for his aching feet, but now his ass was all wet. His tail snaked through the water to curl around his body, and he yawned tiredly as he waited for someone to let him in.