HELL OF A RIDE joining

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Thinking it would be some time before anyone found him Laertes was surprised by the very sudden appearance of the large domestic feline. His brain raced to catch up. 'Hurt?' the words washed over the blue heap of feathers. Taking a moment to lower his heart-rate Laertes slowly opened his wings which with some luck were not injured, though a few feathers were missing or out of place and a dull throb of pain was noted in a joint or two.

"I believe I'm okay. Thank you," Laertes spoke, his voice gentle and slow. A bit embarrassed now that someone had witnessed his crash landing the hybrid oriented himself upright, licking a paw and slicking back his ruffled mane. Now that he wasn't in some liquid puddle he began noticing certain things, namely the enormous beak atop the fellow feline which was indeed not a true beak. Part of Laertes ached at the familiarity in a black beak, memories of family overriding the strangers features. It was the blank goggles that brought him out of his mind once more.

"I'm Laertes. Is this by chance the Coalition of the Condemned?" the query came much more smoothly then his previous statement, a slight birdlike tilt of his head made in question. The masked felines presence, and the fact that he hadn't been attacked yet made him all the more certain that he had indeed found the right place. A new home, if he was lucky.