The Craziest Friend [Joining] You've Ever Had!

JERIKOL

"Helloooooo?" The slim fox called out, smiling behind his white mask. His eyes scanned the desert before him and Jerikol stretched. "You have quite a place here, a cool desert which is really weird! Can I step past the border? Kinda wanna join!" He laughed, teasing with his paw just hanging over the border. Wild his voice, childish and high-toned.

That was really all he thought to do - a dumbfuck like him never just waltzes into a desert without thinking. But again, he's a dumbfuck and a prick so... Yea the fucker steps over into the desert. "Whoops! Guess I just stepped into your desert!"

YOU'RE NOT - GONNA - PUSH ME AROUND!
YOU CAN'T - GET ME - DOWN, DOWN, DOWN!

— Reggan

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine is a thoughtful one -- mind organized and set in meticulous ways.  His hazel eyes narrow at the high-spirited voice calling on the wind.  Brows crease as the Ardent approached, the invitation on his tongue interrupted by giggling and freewheeling movement.

It's another Séamus -- mask and everything.  The faerie resists a heavy sigh at the thought.  His trickster cousin had been absent from his life for some time now; a respite to his mischief that Gael did not despise.

"May I have your name?" The Ardent inquires simply, head inclined to one side.  "If you truly wish to join, you may -- though I would like to know what I and the others are to call you."

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby

JERIKOL

At the sight of a similar fox, Jerikol grinned widely. Long tail swayed with glee and the god forced himself to calm down a bit, you know, sorta mimic the smarter of the two or the more calmer. Oh, names! God, the dumbass completely forgot. "Yes, yes, completely slipped my mind. I am Jerikol." The fox dipped the upper half of his body down in a bow.

"If you want that shorter, just Jeri, then."

YOU'RE NOT - GONNA - PUSH ME AROUND!
YOU CAN'T - GET ME - DOWN, DOWN, DOWN!

— Reggan

[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

"More like dumbass." Dante commented as he came walking up, glaring down at Jerikol. There was smoke coming from his mouth, namely from the cigarette he was smoking at the moment, and there was an obvious displeased look on his face. "Don't you know that it's dangerous to just waltz past borders? You're fuckin' lucky you gave your intentions before hand." He was grumbling at this point, irritated that he couldn't sink his claws into someone today. Oh well. "Or else I woulda flayed you. But fine, whatever. Welcome I guess." He grunted. "Dante Northwest is the name."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]