BAD MOON RISING | joining

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]The pull of the ocean, while not entirely unfamiliar to Theo, had never been strong enough to keep him there. It could just be that he didn't have the gills for it (literally, he's a lion), or maybe it was because there had always been something else to pull him away from the water. He swam well and frequently, which was a nice skill to have on an island, but in the end, the peace he found there was temporary. Quiet thoughts plagued him at every return trip home (not home, this place isn't home — that word still means something else), and he shook them off with the saltwater. It left him feeling clearer than he has in a while, basking in a patch of sun and quietly grooming himself. For however social these people think he is, it's nice to have some time alone. To think, to settle. His spot was secluded enough that he got everything he needed, not even Goldie's walk stirring him from a quiet half-slumber. At least until they started talking. That always drew his attention, it seemed.

The cinnamon lion stretches slowly, glancing around until his eyes catch on the gathering group. Kazumi is familiar, but the other two aren't. He checks for their reactions as he trots closer, shaking sand from his fur. Kazumi's needling the hybrid-like creature, and they're the one with a rather glassy stare. Overwhelmed, perhaps? Or bored? He supposes both are possible. At least he had company when he joined. Albeit harsh, sarcastic company. (He had a sweet heart.) "You guys are boring," he teases — lightly, lightly, with a bright, gentle grin. "I think the more important question is — if it's alright, what the hell are you?"

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