((Same, Andy. Same.))
SCP-2316 was ushered unceremoniously through the halls until he reached a set of doors and a guard just beyond it. To their question, he muttered a quick '2316' as he studied the retreating form of the being just ahead.
After he was allowed to walk along again, SCP-2316 was brought down an unfamiliar hall and to another set of doors that yielded a wide, near-empty room just beyond. A few other beings milled about within, but none struck SCP-2316 as anything to take notes over. Unbidden, one of SCP-2316-B's memories came forward. Just of a conversation in the night with other SCP's. Annoyed with the intrusion, SCP-2316-A shoved the memory back where it belonged: elsewhere.
When his hands were uncuffed, he absentmindedly rubbed at his wrists as his eyes roved over the containment area. It seemed to be some sort of group containment area and was altogether unimpressive. Perfect for a collection of weirdos.
((I should probably explain that when SCP-2316-A and SCP-2316-B switch, they dont really recall the others memories in full. So SCP-2316-A won't know much about what happened last night other than that SCP-2316-B spoke to some other SCP's. ^.^))
((Same, Andy. Same.))
SCP-2316 was ushered unceremoniously through the halls until he reached a set of doors and a guard just beyond it. To their question, he muttered a quick '2316' as he studied the retreating form of the being just ahead.
After he was allowed to walk along again, SCP-2316 was brought down an unfamiliar hall and to another set of doors that yielded a wide, near-empty room just beyond. A few other beings milled about within, but none struck SCP-2316 as anything to take notes over. Unbidden, one of SCP-2316-B's memories came forward. Just of a conversation in the night with other SCP's. Annoyed with the intrusion, SCP-2316-A shoved the memory back where it belonged: elsewhere.
When his hands were uncuffed, he absentmindedly rubbed at his wrists as his eyes roved over the containment area. It seemed to be some sort of group containment area and was altogether unimpressive. Perfect for a collection of weirdos.
((I should probably explain that when SCP-2316-A and SCP-2316-B switch, they dont really recall the others memories in full. So SCP-2316-A won't know much about what happened last night other than that SCP-2316-B spoke to some other SCP's. ^.^))
The guard made his way closer to Group Containment, trying to hide his paranoia about this many specimens headed towards the same place. Luckily, he got tasked to transport one of the Safe-class ones. Slowing to a stop, he waited for SCP-2316 and SCP-2381 to enter the room. The guard waited a second, briefly talking to the other guards, and entered Group Containment.
Meanwhile, Icarus was practically about to explode. The guard carrying him had offhandedly mentioned something about a Group Containment... he had never done one of those! He prepared himself as he felt the guard set his box down on the floor. Were they there already? A few more seconds passed and he grew increasingly more restlessly. Finally after what seemed like decades, the box was opened and Icarus flew out, lying out a hum of happiness. He circled the room, hovering low to the ground and pulsating intense. This room was so different from what he was used to! It was so big! And... there were others here?
He hesitated a second. They were sitting in chairs. Should he join them? He moved closer to the ceiling, taking comfort in the harsh light. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... Lowering above one of them chairs, his more humanoid form flickered in to view, and he excitedly sat as much as a light form could sit.
The guard made his way closer to Group Containment, trying to hide his paranoia about this many specimens headed towards the same place. Luckily, he got tasked to transport one of the Safe-class ones. Slowing to a stop, he waited for SCP-2316 and SCP-2381 to enter the room. The guard waited a second, briefly talking to the other guards, and entered Group Containment.
Meanwhile, Icarus was practically about to explode. The guard carrying him had offhandedly mentioned something about a Group Containment... he had never done one of those! He prepared himself as he felt the guard set his box down on the floor. Were they there already? A few more seconds passed and he grew increasingly more restlessly. Finally after what seemed like decades, the box was opened and Icarus flew out, lying out a hum of happiness. He circled the room, hovering low to the ground and pulsating intense. This room was so different from what he was used to! It was so big! And... there were others here?
He hesitated a second. They were sitting in chairs. Should he join them? He moved closer to the ceiling, taking comfort in the harsh light. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... Lowering above one of them chairs, his more humanoid form flickered in to view, and he excitedly sat as much as a light form could sit.
Gil watched curiously at the figure who entered. He was the only one sitting, as well as the only one actively looking at the door. He quirked a brow, quietly drumming his clawed hands against the plastic table, ruffling his wings together like a scheming child. He had his head in his other hand, appearing rather unamused. His nose twitched slightly as he stared, but he remained silent. That was the figure who had been behind the box.
He considered the fact that the figure might not actually be the one next to him; and he kept his mouth shut. Even then, he found himself intrigued, pressing and raising his oddly malformed, grown feet to and from the linoleum floor.
He finally let out a breath. "Hey, are you that darkling guy?"
His attention was stolen momentarily by a literal ball of energy that had floated into one of the nearby chairs, crackling and shrinking excitedly. He let out a sound of amusement though his nose, observing the other while also keeping an eye on the one at that door.
Gil watched curiously at the figure who entered. He was the only one sitting, as well as the only one actively looking at the door. He quirked a brow, quietly drumming his clawed hands against the plastic table, ruffling his wings together like a scheming child. He had his head in his other hand, appearing rather unamused. His nose twitched slightly as he stared, but he remained silent. That was the figure who had been behind the box.
He considered the fact that the figure might not actually be the one next to him; and he kept his mouth shut. Even then, he found himself intrigued, pressing and raising his oddly malformed, grown feet to and from the linoleum floor.
He finally let out a breath. "Hey, are you that darkling guy?"
His attention was stolen momentarily by a literal ball of energy that had floated into one of the nearby chairs, crackling and shrinking excitedly. He let out a sound of amusement though his nose, observing the other while also keeping an eye on the one at that door.
Are you that darkling guy?
SCP-2316 looked sharply at the speaker, hands dropping to his sides. Although his chest pinched at the very insinuation, he must've woken up on the good side of bed because his lip twitched in amusement.
"Do you want the long answer or the short answer?" he replied, stepping away from the door and a foot closer to the speaker. Silver eyes took in the being before him—from the antlers to the crooked feet—before meeting his eyes again.
"You...were from the cell over." It wasn't really a question. He recognized the voice from SCP-2316-B's borrowed memory, but he couldn't really recall much more than that.
Are you that darkling guy?
SCP-2316 looked sharply at the speaker, hands dropping to his sides. Although his chest pinched at the very insinuation, he must've woken up on the good side of bed because his lip twitched in amusement.
"Do you want the long answer or the short answer?" he replied, stepping away from the door and a foot closer to the speaker. Silver eyes took in the being before him—from the antlers to the crooked feet—before meeting his eyes again.
"You...were from the cell over." It wasn't really a question. He recognized the voice from SCP-2316-B's borrowed memory, but he couldn't really recall much more than that.
((Tfw you semi-accidentally unload your own social anxiety onto your poor OC))
Andy was marched along a set of hallways they had never seen before. With their small stature they couldn’t make out much about the SCP’s in front of them. Unless one of them happened to look just like the back of another uniformed guard, that is.
They recited their number when asked and were sent into the large room beyond. Andy had never been in such a large space, or around so many others. Their eyes swept over creature after creature. There was curiosity, but also… It served no purpose but the android felt like shaking. They didn’t want to walk farther into the room or be seen by anyone there. Instead, they looked back at their guard. He was not a warm fellow, but he was familiar. He offered no comfort, only a stern jerk of his chin towards the middle of the room.
“You’re holding up the line.”
Andy moved obediently but reluctantly towards the others. Almost everyone that could seemed to be sitting in a chair. They found their own chair a little ways away from the nearest group (Including a man with antlers, a shiny guy, and someone that was hard to see despite the lighting here) and sat down as unobtrusively as they could. Maybe they would just watch and listen to everyone for a little before trying participate. Though if they were being honest, ‘a little’ might mean anything from minutes to weeks. Why was this so hard all of the sudden?
((Tfw you semi-accidentally unload your own social anxiety onto your poor OC))
Andy was marched along a set of hallways they had never seen before. With their small stature they couldn’t make out much about the SCP’s in front of them. Unless one of them happened to look just like the back of another uniformed guard, that is.
They recited their number when asked and were sent into the large room beyond. Andy had never been in such a large space, or around so many others. Their eyes swept over creature after creature. There was curiosity, but also… It served no purpose but the android felt like shaking. They didn’t want to walk farther into the room or be seen by anyone there. Instead, they looked back at their guard. He was not a warm fellow, but he was familiar. He offered no comfort, only a stern jerk of his chin towards the middle of the room.
“You’re holding up the line.”
Andy moved obediently but reluctantly towards the others. Almost everyone that could seemed to be sitting in a chair. They found their own chair a little ways away from the nearest group (Including a man with antlers, a shiny guy, and someone that was hard to see despite the lighting here) and sat down as unobtrusively as they could. Maybe they would just watch and listen to everyone for a little before trying participate. Though if they were being honest, ‘a little’ might mean anything from minutes to weeks. Why was this so hard all of the sudden?
Gil let a clear grin of amusement grow on his face, exposing his sharkish teeth.
"The short answer would do, but I definitely want to hear the long answer. It'll give us something to do if they don't bring out games." He paused, waiting for a response as the figure seemed to look him over. The figure was curious, as if there was merely an absence of light. He couldn't see them so well right then.
At the statement, he tilted his head slightly, ears flicking in curiosity.
"I was? I thought you might have been. I'm Gil then." He said, reintroducing himself. "I just wasn't sure... hm."
He watched still, wondering if they would approach. He glanced back at the buzzing ball of light for a moment.
Gil let a clear grin of amusement grow on his face, exposing his sharkish teeth.
"The short answer would do, but I definitely want to hear the long answer. It'll give us something to do if they don't bring out games." He paused, waiting for a response as the figure seemed to look him over. The figure was curious, as if there was merely an absence of light. He couldn't see them so well right then.
At the statement, he tilted his head slightly, ears flicking in curiosity.
"I was? I thought you might have been. I'm Gil then." He said, reintroducing himself. "I just wasn't sure... hm."
He watched still, wondering if they would approach. He glanced back at the buzzing ball of light for a moment.
Glockenspiel mumbled a quick, "2193," and was unceremoniously shoved into the area beyond.
As he stood in the large (at least large in comparison to before) room, Spiel's mind instantly blanked. He had absolutely no idea what was going on. The day before, moved to some sort of holding-room, and now this? Outrageous, completely outrageous.
Not only was he in such an open space, with actual not-bed furniture, but there were also several other non-humans gathered there. He had only seen perhaps two or three other non-humans since his containment. But now there were probably more in the room than he had thought existed a few days ago. Those labcoats really didn't tell him much, did they.
In his absolute befuddlement, Glockenspiel did the only thing he knew to do in this kind of situation- he sat on the floor, and went through his Memories. Of course, they were only his in the fact that he now was in possession in them- he technically stole most of his memories.
None of them gave him the answers he wanted or needed (and none of them were from anyone here- he was restrained already when SCP found him, so no Rifling any of their people). However, going through familiar scenes let Glockenspiel calm himself down. It let him focus on something else for a few minutes while his situation really sunk in. As he sifted through old information, his eyes rapidly changed color, perhaps changing to the color of the person who made those memories. He didn't know if that was true, but honestly thought that would be pretty cool if that was true.
After a few minutes, Spiel shook his head, coming out of his sifting. He let out a soft sigh, and looked up at his surroundings. He was instantly distracted from his original goal of simply examining the room due to the ball of light sitting in one of the chairs, mostly due to the absurdity of it all, and partially because the light was actually kind of interesting. Kind of like watching a house burn down, or something. Glockenspiel was never very good with metaphors. Or was that a simile? Or just a comparison? Ah well, it wasn't that important.
Glockenspiel mumbled a quick, "2193," and was unceremoniously shoved into the area beyond.
As he stood in the large (at least large in comparison to before) room, Spiel's mind instantly blanked. He had absolutely no idea what was going on. The day before, moved to some sort of holding-room, and now this? Outrageous, completely outrageous.
Not only was he in such an open space, with actual not-bed furniture, but there were also several other non-humans gathered there. He had only seen perhaps two or three other non-humans since his containment. But now there were probably more in the room than he had thought existed a few days ago. Those labcoats really didn't tell him much, did they.
In his absolute befuddlement, Glockenspiel did the only thing he knew to do in this kind of situation- he sat on the floor, and went through his Memories. Of course, they were only his in the fact that he now was in possession in them- he technically stole most of his memories.
None of them gave him the answers he wanted or needed (and none of them were from anyone here- he was restrained already when SCP found him, so no Rifling any of their people). However, going through familiar scenes let Glockenspiel calm himself down. It let him focus on something else for a few minutes while his situation really sunk in. As he sifted through old information, his eyes rapidly changed color, perhaps changing to the color of the person who made those memories. He didn't know if that was true, but honestly thought that would be pretty cool if that was true.
After a few minutes, Spiel shook his head, coming out of his sifting. He let out a soft sigh, and looked up at his surroundings. He was instantly distracted from his original goal of simply examining the room due to the ball of light sitting in one of the chairs, mostly due to the absurdity of it all, and partially because the light was actually kind of interesting. Kind of like watching a house burn down, or something. Glockenspiel was never very good with metaphors. Or was that a simile? Or just a comparison? Ah well, it wasn't that important.
I used to be deathly afraid of the Hokey Pokey, Elevators, and Hurdles. I've finally decided to turn myself around- I took steps to avoid my fear until I got over it.
Once the other noises quieted down, Ivy went into sleep mode since there was nothing for her to react to, and she stayed like that until the lights turned on in her cell and the first watering of the day sprinkled down from the ceiling. With a whirr and a stuttering hum, she lifted her head from its resting position, then whistled an out-of-key startup tune which then turned into something like a horribly butchered Windows startup noise remix.
"Good morning, starshine," she crooned, reaching down to where the humans had to be. She was off by a few feet. "Are-a-a-a-re there to be tests today? Are there two roads that diverge?"
The nurse gave her a pitying look when her voice kept skipping, Ivy wasn't violent, she just was an unfortunate anomaly covered in toxic plant matter. "Tests and then group containment again. Now get into the pod, 2295, we don't want to accidentally give someone poison ivy."
Ivy nodded and drifted toward an opening where a large pod awaited where her tests were conducted, slipping into it and curling her wings around her in a metallic cocoon. She didn't like the small pod but she had to put up with it. The tests were much less painful in the pod since the scientists didn't accidentally snip bigger vines or poke at her gears on accident. As the pod closed around her and she was wheeled away for tests, she started humming a little lullaby in a broken repetitive way in what the scientists considered similar to a self-soothing behavior that baby animals engaged in, "Build it up with silver and gold--s-silver and gold, silver and gold... Build it up with silver and gold, my fair lady..."
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By the time her tests were done, Ivy had been singing the same tune over and over again, hundreds of times it felt like, and she was wheeled into the group containment room still in the pod. She recited her number when asked, then perked up at the sounds of other voices in group containment. "Hello? Hello, it's me~" she started singing the hit classic, but her voice faded with the note.
Once the other noises quieted down, Ivy went into sleep mode since there was nothing for her to react to, and she stayed like that until the lights turned on in her cell and the first watering of the day sprinkled down from the ceiling. With a whirr and a stuttering hum, she lifted her head from its resting position, then whistled an out-of-key startup tune which then turned into something like a horribly butchered Windows startup noise remix.
"Good morning, starshine," she crooned, reaching down to where the humans had to be. She was off by a few feet. "Are-a-a-a-re there to be tests today? Are there two roads that diverge?"
The nurse gave her a pitying look when her voice kept skipping, Ivy wasn't violent, she just was an unfortunate anomaly covered in toxic plant matter. "Tests and then group containment again. Now get into the pod, 2295, we don't want to accidentally give someone poison ivy."
Ivy nodded and drifted toward an opening where a large pod awaited where her tests were conducted, slipping into it and curling her wings around her in a metallic cocoon. She didn't like the small pod but she had to put up with it. The tests were much less painful in the pod since the scientists didn't accidentally snip bigger vines or poke at her gears on accident. As the pod closed around her and she was wheeled away for tests, she started humming a little lullaby in a broken repetitive way in what the scientists considered similar to a self-soothing behavior that baby animals engaged in, "Build it up with silver and gold--s-silver and gold, silver and gold... Build it up with silver and gold, my fair lady..."
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By the time her tests were done, Ivy had been singing the same tune over and over again, hundreds of times it felt like, and she was wheeled into the group containment room still in the pod. She recited her number when asked, then perked up at the sounds of other voices in group containment. "Hello? Hello, it's me~" she started singing the hit classic, but her voice faded with the note.
Joan was released into the Group containment room hurriedly. The chains holding herring released quickly as she stumbled into the room, her back missing the ceiling by one or two meters and her wings were still chained to her sides. Irritating her scales and rubbing under her arms so that they annoyed the sensitive scales there. She shifted a little as she looked down at the group sitting on the small chairs that would only be able to hold one of her paws in them. The group appeared to be the same ones that she had been talking with before and her tail twitched, clicking in morse random words and letters in what little free movement it was allowed with the chains wrapped around it before stopping as she carefully and as quietly as possible moved toward the head of the table.
"Greetings to all of you this fine day of captivity." She spoke, trying to keep her voice low so that it didn't hurt anyones ears. In her cell her voice was lowered so it wouldn't hurt anyone. She laid down, with her head closest to the table and her body practically lying like an arrow behind her. Her tail curled around her body before settling near her forelegs and twitching ever so slightly open and closed. It had been awhile since she had been in this room and she wanted to stretch her wings. Except that it was impossible with them being bound to her side like they were. She glared at the doors watching the guards and D-ranked personal moving around to watch their movements. Her tongue barely peaked out of her mouth, the forked appendage flickering before entering her mouth once again.
Her back reached up, scratching at the chains and causing them to rattle but not getting them to move except for a few inches. It ended up just annoying her even further and causing her to shift and her tail to click open and closed as wide as it could before shifting to try and readjust the solid bindings around the limbs on her back.
Joan was released into the Group containment room hurriedly. The chains holding herring released quickly as she stumbled into the room, her back missing the ceiling by one or two meters and her wings were still chained to her sides. Irritating her scales and rubbing under her arms so that they annoyed the sensitive scales there. She shifted a little as she looked down at the group sitting on the small chairs that would only be able to hold one of her paws in them. The group appeared to be the same ones that she had been talking with before and her tail twitched, clicking in morse random words and letters in what little free movement it was allowed with the chains wrapped around it before stopping as she carefully and as quietly as possible moved toward the head of the table.
"Greetings to all of you this fine day of captivity." She spoke, trying to keep her voice low so that it didn't hurt anyones ears. In her cell her voice was lowered so it wouldn't hurt anyone. She laid down, with her head closest to the table and her body practically lying like an arrow behind her. Her tail curled around her body before settling near her forelegs and twitching ever so slightly open and closed. It had been awhile since she had been in this room and she wanted to stretch her wings. Except that it was impossible with them being bound to her side like they were. She glared at the doors watching the guards and D-ranked personal moving around to watch their movements. Her tongue barely peaked out of her mouth, the forked appendage flickering before entering her mouth once again.
Her back reached up, scratching at the chains and causing them to rattle but not getting them to move except for a few inches. It ended up just annoying her even further and causing her to shift and her tail to click open and closed as wide as it could before shifting to try and readjust the solid bindings around the limbs on her back.
Ash's eyes snapped open at the scent of the raw meat. The rabbit had found its way onto the bed and away from her, having watched her devour her meals for the past few days. She glanced at the door, noticing two sets of feet near the door. She chuffed, crawling out from under the bed as she stretched, arms splayed out in front of her with her hind legs straight, lengthening her back and eliciting a stifled sound from the other side of the door. She shook her head, hair falling around her in tangles as she sat and grabbed the meat, tearing into it and noting the strange taste, some kind of meds to make her do something they wanted. She crinkled her nose, but continued eating. She had grown slightly attached to her new bunny companion, and didn't want to attack it out of hunger.
She finished the meat, feeling her mood flatten as she let out a yawn. She slid the plate closer to the door and walked back to the bed, giving the rabbit a little scratch on the head before she walked back to the door, waiting to see what the guards had in store for the day. "We go?" she asked, placing a hand on the door, listening for the guards as she waited. She always hated this part, the waiting. She hated the waiting, whatever they had planned to do to her was nothing compared to the waiting.
Finally, after what seemed to be forever the guards opened the door, two females with some cuffs, seemed the higher ups had learned from sending men to deal with her. She smiled, eyes bright as she looked at the two guards, holding her hands out in front of her as she got the cuffs placed on her wrists. She was finally ready for transport, it seemed, and she eyed the two guards, tail twitching behind her. "Where go?" she asked, voice lilting as she mused at being out of the cage. "Bunny stay?" she knitted her brow, thinking of the friend in her enclosure. "Like bunny, want bunny to stay" she looked at the guards, hoping for some tell, feeling herself get upset she flicked her tail more vigorously. "Bunny stay? Please, Ash like bunny, please bunny stay" her voice became more desperate, more angry, before the smaller guard answered her. "Yes, the rabbit will stay. That test isn't complete yet." Her voice was curt, short tempered guard. Ash smiled. "Thank" she smiled, tail swaying as she walked. The taller guard coughed, clearing her throat as she waited for something. Remembering the cards ash skipped slightly, "You! Thank you!" the taller guard gave a slight smile as Ash remembered how the phrase went, she liked this guard.
As they approached a new room, one she hadn't been in before, Ash felt her heart speed up, ears perking up as she listened to familiar voices. "People? New people?" her face lit up, looking between the guards, "New friends?" Ash waited but didn't get any answer to her question. She waited until the new guard asked for her number. "two-seven-nine-zero" Ash spoke every word as she had been taught, the guards said something about her not being ready for other numbers yet.
After being checked in she was released into the room with a few others, new friends. She smiled, taking in the new sights and smells. She dropped to all fours, crawling to the others and sniffing at them, ears perked up as her tail twitched behind her. She took in the smells and sat a bit away from the group, listening to them as she watched, golden-green eyes bright as they took in the others, the voices she was familiar with from the night before.
"New friends?" She asked, voice lilting as she looked at the odd creatures. "Ash" she pointed to herself, tail flicking behind her as she crouched, looking at all the others.
Ash's eyes snapped open at the scent of the raw meat. The rabbit had found its way onto the bed and away from her, having watched her devour her meals for the past few days. She glanced at the door, noticing two sets of feet near the door. She chuffed, crawling out from under the bed as she stretched, arms splayed out in front of her with her hind legs straight, lengthening her back and eliciting a stifled sound from the other side of the door. She shook her head, hair falling around her in tangles as she sat and grabbed the meat, tearing into it and noting the strange taste, some kind of meds to make her do something they wanted. She crinkled her nose, but continued eating. She had grown slightly attached to her new bunny companion, and didn't want to attack it out of hunger.
She finished the meat, feeling her mood flatten as she let out a yawn. She slid the plate closer to the door and walked back to the bed, giving the rabbit a little scratch on the head before she walked back to the door, waiting to see what the guards had in store for the day. "We go?" she asked, placing a hand on the door, listening for the guards as she waited. She always hated this part, the waiting. She hated the waiting, whatever they had planned to do to her was nothing compared to the waiting.
Finally, after what seemed to be forever the guards opened the door, two females with some cuffs, seemed the higher ups had learned from sending men to deal with her. She smiled, eyes bright as she looked at the two guards, holding her hands out in front of her as she got the cuffs placed on her wrists. She was finally ready for transport, it seemed, and she eyed the two guards, tail twitching behind her. "Where go?" she asked, voice lilting as she mused at being out of the cage. "Bunny stay?" she knitted her brow, thinking of the friend in her enclosure. "Like bunny, want bunny to stay" she looked at the guards, hoping for some tell, feeling herself get upset she flicked her tail more vigorously. "Bunny stay? Please, Ash like bunny, please bunny stay" her voice became more desperate, more angry, before the smaller guard answered her. "Yes, the rabbit will stay. That test isn't complete yet." Her voice was curt, short tempered guard. Ash smiled. "Thank" she smiled, tail swaying as she walked. The taller guard coughed, clearing her throat as she waited for something. Remembering the cards ash skipped slightly, "You! Thank you!" the taller guard gave a slight smile as Ash remembered how the phrase went, she liked this guard.
As they approached a new room, one she hadn't been in before, Ash felt her heart speed up, ears perking up as she listened to familiar voices. "People? New people?" her face lit up, looking between the guards, "New friends?" Ash waited but didn't get any answer to her question. She waited until the new guard asked for her number. "two-seven-nine-zero" Ash spoke every word as she had been taught, the guards said something about her not being ready for other numbers yet.
After being checked in she was released into the room with a few others, new friends. She smiled, taking in the new sights and smells. She dropped to all fours, crawling to the others and sniffing at them, ears perked up as her tail twitched behind her. She took in the smells and sat a bit away from the group, listening to them as she watched, golden-green eyes bright as they took in the others, the voices she was familiar with from the night before.
"New friends?" She asked, voice lilting as she looked at the odd creatures. "Ash" she pointed to herself, tail flicking behind her as she crouched, looking at all the others.
