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He sighs. "F1n3... 1 w1ll h4v3 t0 dr0p my l33t..."

"IIIIIII am ASKIIIING YOOOOUUUUU t0- D4MM1T!"

"0n3 s3c0nd... IIIIIIIIIIII am 4SK- GAAAAHHHH-"

The black wolf has a peculiar expression on her wolf features, with amusement as the wolf tries to communicate. Her ear tips to the side and then looks around with concern on whether she should stay or go. “Yeah, uhm, I think I should go. Don’t strain yourself too hard.’ She gets up and starts to turn around.

... Should We throw him out?

"I AM ASKING YOU TO JOIN MY PACK!" He manages to yell out, the force of it lifting him in the air slightly. (or perhaps it's just him being dramatic)

She shakes her head, “So that’s what you’re trying to say, and I am a lone wolf. I have no pack, nor wish to join one. I am Luna to myself, only. “ Then yawns wide, glancing around the rest of the place. It was strange to be indoors.

A Sand crawler was sitting on a wooden chair, silent. His black skin seemed to stand out from everyone's white skin. Raphael was Egyptian, somewhat who didn't belong. He had a black cloak on, and a small black snake--harmless--around his neck, laying there.

"We will provide food, rest, and P0W3R 0NC3 W3 T4K3 0V3R TH3 GR34TW00DS!!!!11!!!"

The Sand Crawler blinked his dark golden eyes then put his mask on, a black mask that covered his whole face. He just sat there, fully cloaked and masked.

"Respectfully.." he hits Bl00df4ng with a stick "Your a bad dog, shoo"

The wolf shakes her head again, “I am quite alright, I’m very well settled in the forests of Forever Fall. I am not looking for a pack to join.”She dips her head in a bow.

Raphael, the Sand Crawler, watched this interaction with his mask on, cloak on, hidden in the darkness. He was utterly silent. He was aware, danger was everywhere.

He bites the stick, his teeth igniting on fire as the stick immediately goes up in flames.

"H4v3 1t Y0UR w4y th3n. 1 c0uld h4v3 0ff3r3d y0u th3 GR4ND3ST 0f p0w3r."

Stares onward with a rumble in her throat then shrugs, understanding here and there as he returns to speaking his language. “I have no use for power. I only search for peace and carry out my days wandering about. Usually in the forests, but it’s been quite the commotion lately.”

He was in the kitchen cutting up vegetables.

"I am a cosmic entity, and his mother is literally a goddess. Trust me, he's extremely powerful"

Yawns and stretches, sitting up at the bar counter. Resting and taking some time to relax. Something still foreign to herself.

"limadha hadha almakan hakadha?" He said silently to himself, face covered in a black mask. He was just sitting there.

He stood and straightened, taking off his masks. His dark skin could be seen. Egyptian, he was. He looked forward with his dark golden eyes, clearly bored.

Natasha sneaks about the quiet bar, looking for nothing in particular, she just wanted to see what and where she could squeeze herself into. Finding a rather large vase, she climbs inside of it and sits.

Raphael sat there bored. He was looking through his tablet, looking at the pictures, just scrolling, loving the new technology Avalon made for him.