<font color='#F8F8FF'><span style="font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;color:white"><font color="red">Out of Character</font> Okay. Here is where all the TK members meet for the first time. This is where they will be iC’ly accepted, as well. So, when arriving, pretend your character hasn’t been accepted and ranked yet. ^^; Current Day ; 1. Current Quarter ; Dyo. Current Year ; Year 2. <font color="red">In Character</font> Sunlight burst over the lip of the horizon, digits of creamy golden lava forking over the curve of the planet and trailing over terra firma and sea-scapes alike. Everything that was touched by the fatherly illumination — be it creature that crawled or plant that swayed — sparkled with a magical radiance notorious only to the break of dawn. Organisms that had been chilled by the milky rays of the three lunar bodies during the hours of shadow now raised their faces to the magnificent, majestic glow, and let it spill over them like webs of viscous honey. Light, artificial or natural, dim or dazzling, always gave life, and turning towards its vibrant warmth was simply the natural thing to do. Which is why Okkie XII, pendragon of caramel pelt, was perched upon the shores of Mansukh, skull elevated to feel the kisses of the sovereign. Her lids were draped, and her feathery white wings were open to catch the robust illumination. Her tail stirred gently as the she-’dragon smiled, warmed both inwards and outwards by the gentle, paternal sun. <font color="red">“May your girth always burn...”</font> ’Kie said softly, lips barely moving, just as she turned away from the radiant shafts. She let the heat fall upon her back as she surveyed the island environment around her. <font color="red">“And may your benevolent rays make healthy those who are sick.”</font> Okkie’s words were as smooth as mercury, and soft as downy. Her eyes were burning with a quiet flame, and bladed tail wagged slowly. To any nonchalant observer, she would appear to be a peaceable pendragon, perhaps a loner. In reality, she was a rip-roaring, flesh-tearing rebel. Hopeful leader of an up-and-coming ‘street gang’. She would be calm and cool until the sun began to fester with blistering heat by midday — then she would turn into the rough and tumble beast capable of organizing a group of fighters. <font color="red">“Carpe diem... and may the hopefuls arrive soon.”</font></span></font>
Seth suddenly sneezed. The force of the sneeze woke him up with a start. He had spent the night in a tree, shifted as a feathered bird in attempts to keep away from his parents. He had gotten in trouble again and had run off. This sort of thing happened at least once a week. Forgetting that he was shifted and currently housed up in a tree, the following event was bound to happen. He toppled from his perch. Ahh! Spinning downwards through the air in his small coloured bird form. Wings... Wings! He had wings! Use them! Come on! Too late. Seth landed headfirst onto the sandy beach, the impact of his fall automatically reverted himself back into his normal foolish pendragon form. The orange-red hued nioti struggled with himself for a moment. Trying to get his limbs back in order and into functioning mode. Seth heaved himself up into a sitting position. Sand and other bits of grit and unknown stuff clung to his pelt. Not to mention the taste of it was in his mouth. Yeech. He started brushing it off with quick stokes. It was then he noticed what he hadn't before. A figure basked in the morning's bright light, covered in it's strengthening glow. Seth checked himself, trying to make sure that he wasn't imagining this. He had hit his head after all when he had fallen... Satisfied that she wasn't some illusion, he peered at her, his eyes wide with curiousity. But to his lips there came no sound.
<font color='#FFFFFF'><blockquote><center><font size=1>Out of Character Mizim won't be able to reply until Monday. =/ In Character Sunrise: time for new beginnings and new possibilities. Not only was this a fresh day, but a fresh season as well, the first of Dyo. It was then when Ghost awoke, yawning and riddled with drowziness. Unfortunately, this wasn't the time to show it. He had heard of a new "gang", a fighting pack. It wasn't like him to be involved in physical quarrels, but perhaps, this would teach him to take more pride in his abilities. So, he carried on brightly, ears perked and eyes alert for any sign of life. That first being, fortunately, happened to be none other than Okkie StormWing XII. "Okkie! Hey," Ghost's cry echoed towards the female, as did the pounding of his bicoloured pedals against the sand. No sooner was the Nioti at the older female's side, when his eyes caught sight of another pendragon, apparently sneaking up on them. A wide grin stretching across his maw, as he excused himself silently from her side. Trotting slowly over to the other male, he barked a hello, curious eyes surveilling him. They were wild and searching, though never judging or distasteful. Instead, his flame-tipped tail swayed happily at the chance of meeting yet another person, and there was no hesitation to a greeting. "Hi! Who're you?"</font>
<font color='#00FF00'><font color=sienna face=tahoma><blockquote>Tuk wasn't exactly the type that was in need of a gang to back him, or anything. In fact, he had, at first, been scornful of the idea of joinine one, when it had been mentioned to him by an employer. However, the more he thought of it, the more the pendragon had liked the idea of being part of a group. The male was tired of the tedious job of keeping his telepathic abilities hidden, not being able to speak with anyone at all. It was so very irking that the male had, in fact, gone on a rampage the night before, harmlessly wrecking a pile of icy snow to keep himself controlled and collected. It seemed this was actually something that might benefit. Loyalty only to oneself also meant he was alone when in a fight, or when he got into trouble. Being part of a group would be good for him, mentally and physically, keeping him in shape. That was why flared wings had carried him to this rendevous point, where they were to "try out" for a position in the gang. Tugged towards the ground by something commonly  known as gravity, he landed gracefully some ways away from the place where he had heard the voice of a female pendragon. Her words hadn't been formed for any to hear, however, and a simple smile tinged his muzzle. So he wasn't late. But he wasn't going to be the first one there, he knew, and he hadn't wanted to be. Tucking his wings against his back, Tuk eased forward, as silent as a Master Spy could be. Stealthy movements drew him close to the position of his - hopefully - future ally. Taking in the appearance of the one currently there, he nodded approvingly. Patience was a virtue he had obtained over the years, and he showed it as he coiled his tail about his sinewy haunches, and waited for some others to appear. First came a Dragyn, or so he presumed, verifed as he glanced shiftily at the appearance of the other creature. Wonderful. At least it wasn't one of the older ones, one that might recognize him. Seth was the lad's name, if Tuk remembered correctly from the time he had scouted out what every Dragyns name was, their general appearance, etc. A neccessity when one was trying to avoid them. It didn't really matter if Seth saw him, however, since Tuk planned to let the other in on his telepathy secret... if both were accepted as members of this gang-to-be. Shifting silently, Tuk decided to wait for one more to enter the scene before slipping into view. It didn't take long before a second pendragon appeared, one that was foregin to his mind. Never before had he heard of this pendragon, so the youngster couldn't be anyone that the circles Tuk dwelt in thought was important. Smiling faintly, he was pleased by that information. At least that small one would be no trouble for his telepathy to be known to. Although Tuk was going to try and keep his telepathy a veiled secret. It would be a bonding experience... or, something. Sidling into view, as he had planned, the male nodded vaguely. Though he didn't look at her, his telepathic speech was directed at Okkie. <font color=gray>{Greetings... Okkie, I believe he said? If you would, don't let the others who come know of my telepathic speech, but I thought the leader, at least, should be able to speak to, and with, me. However, I am not sure how far to trust the others, until we, or you, as it may be, are a gang. One with loyalty and trust... after all, I have hidden the secret of my mental speech for ages, I would prefer for it to not slip out now. But I ramble, pardon me.}</font> It felt so good to speak again that he had really rambled. Yet his embarrassment didn't show. He merely nodded graciously to all gathered.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>trybbers had found herself stumbling upon where the other pendragons had been.. eyes widened, there were actually pendragons around! light grin wavered across her snout as she looked around childishly, tail flicking back and forth, the flame-tipped part of it glowing a steady canary hue. ocean optics soon landed on okkie.. she looked so familiar, but why? she kept a steady gaze upon the femme, brows furrowing as she did so. she felt quite stupid, just sitting there.. staring and all.. but she didn't quite take notice to it. she dropped to a quick sit, allowing her tail to swish through the air carelessly. eyes remained upon okkie, head cocking to the side at an odd angle. if anyone was even glancing in trybbers' direction, they'd think she was mad.. or something of that sort. "o..okkie?" she allowed syllables to spew out, though quite faintly, ears flicking on occasion.</font>
<font color='#32CD32'>Far from shore, a small, dark figure with great draconic wings glided on the salty sea brezze towards the island of Mansukh and the location of the TK Initiation. Upon approaching the distant shore, he stiffened and morphed the wings into sleek gliding planes and camoflauged to confuse any that may dare to follow a master spy of such reputation. Slicing through the churning surf and the spray, he darted towards the sands and made a smooth landing on a final stretch of water. Pausing while he morphed into his normal physical structure, becoming as onyx as a lava plain, he scanned the broad and warm sands, the steamy jungles inland which covered the distant hills, and the occasional birdlike seashore creatures that flitted about. With his feet pressing the sand silently, the onyx form slowly moved inland a brief distance and took in the various smells, mentally sifting the Pendragon scents from the rest, sensing the scent of a female near the meeting point and the strong sense of Fronima from her, he figured that this one is the leader. Briefly looking back with dark eyes to make sure there were no followers, if there were, he would dispatch them quickly and without warning, Raptor then continued up the dunes until he saw the others and the femmine leader OOC: I mean Okkie by 'the femmine leader' BIC:. Optics swivelled at the now partly assembled 'Organized Gang', or Mob in other words, he oberved the looks of them all, the various colours and patterns, some told facts to him, some didn't. But he knew that attaching colour to personality is like judging a book by the cover, so he knew that there are deeper things than that when observing and learning. Blue haired head turned towards the earth brown female, who's image Raptor had seen in the invitation to join, the name, however was in code, but like any spy, he knew codes and no sooner had cracked it. He bowed slightly in a respectful manner and spoke. "Hello, I have come to join into the TK. From breaking the code hidden within the text, I believe your name is Okkie. " He then sat his onyx and deep green rear onto the sand, nodded at the others in a respectful, yet semi-commanding and knowledgable way, and waited for the Initiation to begin.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Yet another pendragon drew forth, sauntering into view with the most relaxed of postures. Indeed, one could notice even a slight slouch to his shoulders, and the stranger seemed to drift easily across the terrain rather than saunter. Hype had also caught word of the upcoming Tgekap Kyjjogseym, and his arrival at the initiation surprised even himself. The last time that the con artist had devoted himself to a group was... well, maybe family life had counted. But something had drawn him here, and being a 'dragon who followed his intuition much more than he should allow, Hype had made the journey to see if he could be accepted. He slowed to a stop now, peering about at the collected group cautiously. This wasn't visible, however- perfectly opaque shades concealed his eyes, often making his expression difficult to read. He usually appeared bored or lazy, but this might've been true even without the sunglasses. After a moment's inspection, the male spoke, vocals smooth and relaxed, though, for the first time in a long time, they had donned a respectful tone as he addressed the leader, "I've also come to seek acceptance... though for now, I think I'll politely wait my turn." And that he did, reclining now on speckled haunches.</font>
