PRAYING ATHEIST [x] joining, open

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A lot had changed. The whole world had, in fact. When everything went to shit, Wren went MIA. He didn't want to deal with the drama that was sure to ensue, and so he vanished.

It now appeared there were new groups put into play; everyone had regained themselves and managed to form alliances. He didn't live under a rock, you know. And while, yes, living alone was nice, he did find himself missing the pleasantries of living among others. So it was decided -- he'd find one group or another and make himself home there. Hopefully it would be as easy as it was the last time, just walking up to the border and telling them your intentions.

He wasn't really sure where to start, though. He wandered aimlessly through the forest, only halfheartedly searching for something. He had almost passed right beside the scent marker without even noticing it. He bent down to smell the ground, the telltale markings of a group of animals staying together lingering there. Perfect. He wandered deeper into the scent-lined territory, followed the clawed trees, assuming he was going in the right direction (and that this was what he was supposed to be doing). It didn't take long before he saw the mouth of a cave and stopped. He didn't particularly want to go much further without waiting for someone to question him. The lilac-hued Maine coon took a seat and waited, watching birds fly in the sky.

[spoiler=NO DEVIL -✧- tags][size=8pt]I'M HAVING TROUBLE, I'M NOT WELL✧ general
NAME ; experiment 3735-4730573
  - NICKNAMES ; wren almonte; wrenny; brother
GENDER ; agender
  - PRONOUNS ; he/him; they/them
SEXUALITY ; pansexual, male preference
AGE ; 23 months
  - BIRTHDAY ; august 13th
ALLIANCE ; occultatum village
  - RANK ; member

I GOT LOST ALONG THE WAY ✧ appearance
MAIN BODY ; domestic feline
  - DESCRIPTION ; massive, heavily scarred lilac main coon with dual-pupiled blue eyes; blue bodily fluids; septum and ear piercings
  - SCARS ; scars everywhere; numbers 3735-4730573 on his front inner right arm
OTHER BODIES ; polar bear
  - DESCRIPTION ; huge battle-scarred polar bear; extra eyes; horns; wings; blue bodily fluids
  - SCARS ; scars everywhere; numbers 3735-4730573 on his front inner right arm

THE DEVIL DRAGGED ME STRAIGHT TO HELL ✧ personality
POSITIVE ; charismatic, intelligent, leaderly, calculative, loyal
NEUTRAL ; posh, elegant, flirtatious, apathetic
NEGATIVE ; cold, callous, depressed, self-loathing, dependent, austere, censorious
MBTI ; entj-t
TV TROPES ; depraved bisexual; it's all about me; too funny to be evil
ALIGNMENT ; chaotic neutral

NO SLEEP, NO WAY YOU CAN STAY ✧ interaction + misc
DIFFICULTY LEVEL ; very hard
TRAINED IN ; powers; hand-to-hand combat
POWERS ; earth elements; shapeshifting; super strength
ATTACK IN ; bold 0e6faf
PM [iomedae] FOR PLOTS
OPEN TO ; powerplaying nonviolent actions
WILL CAPTURE ; MAY TORTURE ; WILL KILL[/spoiler]

[I. GHANA]

The cave system was still something that he was trying to get accustomed to and even if he did often turn the wrong ways, he would remind himself of what markings meant a dead end or possible death. Kunta happened to be trotting within the caves to remind himself although, he paused in his tracks catching the scent of an outsider. It made his curved ears angle forward before he'd take steps towards the entrance a soft sigh escaping his slightly parted jaws a bit impressed that the joiner had found themselves the entrance of the cave yet, without the proper guidance the joiner would walk into peril. His tigers pelt wrapped loosely around him making him a bit visible in the dark and the head of the once living beast covered his face, the Sovereign would then crawl out from the darkness of the caves mouth facing the small feline did his whiskers twitch briefly catching the faint scent of the mountain and the old clans, he refrained from wrinkling his snout since it was never a pleasant memory for him though he was sure it wasn't for anyone. "Name and business if you will," He finally said in a monotone voice but despite it being quite blunt it held hints of an authoritative tone, the Sovereign didn't mind letting the joiners realize who he was and it actually felt nice. Not the power but the way things ran smoothly and some respect from his fellow villagers. He was aware that at some point things would become a mess if the clans ever fought one another yet Kunta, even if he loved any form of combat, would only side with the most reasonable clan. Speaking of which, it made him ponder over the fact whether or not, he should go out to meet the other leaders. A non-existant eyebrow lifted up at the joiners as he watched them through a pair of cold silver eyes, he had yet to find anyone that would threaten the clan but he supposed letting joiners come into the clan with a risk of leaving and telling an enemy made the jaguar think. He'd find a way but for now, he had to pay attention to what was occurring right now.

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[align=center][div style="width:400px;line-height:0.9;text-align:justify;font-size:11pt;"]theonidous slowly moved over, lazy blue eyes watching wren quitely. He knew Kunta was just trying to do his job, but it probably wouldn't kill the male to be a little more inviting. the tired wyvern heaved a soft sigh and a sleepy grin appeared against his maw. "hello." he greeted in a breezy tone.

/oof tired sorry this sucks
[spoiler=TAGS | 3/23]GENERAL INFO —
→ thoenidous | " sleepwalker " | god of sleep and nighttime | he is a god from a made up religion*
→ no known gender | unknown biological sex, assumed male | any pronouns accepted, personally uses masculine pronouns but doesn't care
→ his body age is currently a couple hundred years old | mentally millions of years old | unknown birthday | unknown zodiac
→ member of fortis ignis | a demigid
APPEARANCE —
→ compared to other dragons/wyverns, sleepie is considered very small. when on all fours, he only stands at 5'2, and is around 9-10 feet long- he weighs in at about 130 lbs. his scales are made of very thin and fragile obsidian, making it a deep and glassy looking plum colour. as he is a wyvern, he doesn't really have front legs, just wings with very dull claws that help him grip the ground and walk. in his head are fairly large horns that are a soft greyish blue, and they loosely coil around his long neck. he tends to decorate himself in thin silver chains, some of whitchurch have things attached to them, and a few chairs form a pretty head dress that hang into his light blue eyes. normally, he looks very sleepy and always sounds like it too.
PERSONALITY —
→ ISFP | hufflepuff | true neutral
→ optimist | introvert
→ sleepie spends most of his time asleep. it's his favourite passtime, and his only way to seem.. normal. on a good day, he spends two hours awake and then takes regular naps in between each two hours. he is considered lofty and down to earth. he always hears both sides of the story and is a very good judge in situations that call for one. he is often very calm and collected- unless he threaten something he cares abou, and then he loses his shit. he becomes violent and irrational, and then it's goodbye to whatever pissed him off. without his sleep, there are a few stages of exhaustion that he goes through. a straight day without sleep simply makes him tired. there's nothing different about him except he's sluggish. two straight days without sleep, and he becomes easily agitated and angered. avoid him if he is like this, as he also gets violent. three days of no sleep, and he becomes increasingly paranoid. normally, sometime during the third day he will pass out. if he doesn't pass out, then on the fourth day, he will sleep without any way to wake him up.
POWERS —
→ item | description
→ item | description
→ item | description
→ item | description
RELATIONSHIPS —
→ josius, god of stone xx albiyot | too many siblings to name
→ single | taken by __ | completely oblivious as to what love is
→ assumed asexual | assumed a romantic
→ sexuality and romantic preference are not set in stone.
BATTLE TAGS —
→ peaceful actions can be powerplayed | he loves physical contact- as long as you're warm
→ physically easy when not angry | physically very difficult when angered
→ mentally very difficult when not angered | mentally easy when angered- not advised that you insult him when angry
→ @ salem when attacking
OTHER —
→ *sleepie is a god from a made up religion! it is from a book i've been developing and he exists along all other gods and should not conflict with any back stories!

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Name and business. Different world, same deal. They couldn't help but be a tad disappointed the saying hadn't been demolished, but appreciated the familiarity and simplicity of the words. They let a Cheshire cat grin curl onto their face, dual-pupiled eyes twinkling with, perhaps not sincerity, but something. The tiger-pelt-wearing jaguar seemed monotonous and cold, which was something Wren was all too familiar with.

"Wren Almonte." They purred, casting the larger feline a subtle wink. "I'm here to join, if you'll have me." There was perhaps a double meaning to the last part of his sentence, however they spoke it innocently (maybe too innocently?). Their eyes were drawn to the wyvern as he approached, looking terribly tired. They gave him the same too sweet smile and dipped their head in silent greeting.

[spoiler=NO DEVIL -✧- tags][size=8pt]I'M HAVING TROUBLE, I'M NOT WELL✧ general
NAME ; experiment 3735-4730573
  - NICKNAMES ; wren almonte; wrenny; brother
GENDER ; agender
  - PRONOUNS ; he/him; they/them
SEXUALITY ; pansexual, male preference
AGE ; 23 months
  - BIRTHDAY ; august 13th
ALLIANCE ; occultatum village
  - RANK ; member

I GOT LOST ALONG THE WAY ✧ appearance
MAIN BODY ; domestic feline
  - DESCRIPTION ; massive, heavily scarred lilac main coon with dual-pupiled blue eyes; blue bodily fluids; septum and ear piercings
  - SCARS ; scars everywhere; numbers 3735-4730573 on his front inner right arm
OTHER BODIES ; polar bear
  - DESCRIPTION ; huge battle-scarred polar bear; extra eyes; horns; wings; blue bodily fluids
  - SCARS ; scars everywhere; numbers 3735-4730573 on his front inner right arm

THE DEVIL DRAGGED ME STRAIGHT TO HELL ✧ personality
POSITIVE ; charismatic, intelligent, leaderly, calculative, loyal
NEUTRAL ; posh, elegant, flirtatious, apathetic
NEGATIVE ; cold, callous, depressed, self-loathing, dependent, austere, censorious
MBTI ; entj-t
TV TROPES ; depraved bisexual; it's all about me; too funny to be evil
ALIGNMENT ; chaotic neutral

NO SLEEP, NO WAY YOU CAN STAY ✧ interaction + misc
DIFFICULTY LEVEL ; very hard
TRAINED IN ; powers; hand-to-hand combat
POWERS ; earth elements; shapeshifting; super strength
ATTACK IN ; bold 0e6faf
PM [iomedae] FOR PLOTS
OPEN TO ; powerplaying nonviolent actions
WILL CAPTURE ; MAY TORTURE ; WILL KILL[/spoiler]

[I. GHANA]

A little more inviting? Him? Kunta Ghana; son of Royals and Sovereign of Occultatum Village? He could always try but he normally didn't like anyone though he supposed that he could tolerate the people that joined his tribe, his whiskers twitched a bit when Sleepwalker made his way over greeting the dual-pupiled male. What Kunta hadn't been expecting was that damn wink and that all too innocent tone that the other had taken up, Kunta wasn't born yesterday nor was he naive to possible flirting yet he supposed that he would let the other have his fun even if it would make him less tolerable. He took a deep breath flicking his ears back for a moment as his handsome facial features seemed to lighten just slightly "Welcome to Occultatum Village then, Wren." He said at last with a curt nod of his cranium and nodded in the direction of the hill with the cave opening "Follow me and I'll take you back to camp," He came out here for possible joiners but the other thing he did when there wasn't any to greet, he would take the opportunity to go in the caves several although, he'd get lost every now and then he didn't stop trying.

[KISHI]

(( welcome to occultatum village!! ))

The world really has changed, hasn’t it? It’s hard to think of what life was like before everyone was shoved into the cold mountains to starve. It’s strange that nowadays, people are healthy—at least the ones living here—and some are even filled to the brim with joy. Amaya, on the other hand, is rather neutral to all of this. It is true that she would rather be living her life here than starving on a mountain, but isn’t it the same for all? Wouldn’t everyone rather be living here than dying? She thinks that’s the case.

Stepping into the scene, Amaya blinks just a tad, realizing that she is a little late to this... event? She isn’t sure what it would be called, but no matter the case, she’s late; however, she shows no sign of distress or apology as she positions herself beside her fellow villagers, eyes locked onto the small feline ahead. She’s seen plenty of these—back when the groups had been merged together in one mountain—but it seems as if they aren’t as common now that the groups have spread out.

Dipping her head in a silent form of welcome, amaya chooses to sit down, glancing on over at Kunta. It seems as if this feline has been accepted already, and unless she is asked to be part of the touring, she doesn’t have much else to do.