( saturday night ) — joiner? sort of?

[JERSEYBOY]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]In the midst of his struggling, as his teeth clamped down upon the rope and attempted to chew through it, a feminine voice fell upon his ears. It was unfamiliar, though he didn't even have to look at her to tell that he was dealing with a woman of class and lethality He froze, irises narrowing into thin slits out of realization that he was no longer alone. His head shot up and his cranium immediately swiveled in the direction of the cream tabby she-cat. His somewhat-frustrated gaze lingered upon her sleek form, and his features seemed to gradually soften up as she approached him. "Fuck, lady. Almost scared the shit outta' me." Jerseyboy grumbled. Perhaps he was just in a bad mood because this wasn't too good of a first impression on a striking female. He was usually like a deck of cards — smooth, clean-cut, yet there was unpredictability under his surface. He pursed his lips as she withdrew a dagger, and although she was intending on freeing him, he still couldn't help but feel wary whenever a weapon was literally resting against his flesh.

However, the stranger had kept her word and had freed him from the trap. Well, that was easy. The tom jumped to his paws and stretched out his hind leg, relief flooding through his system. "You saved my life; thought I was gonna have to chew my leg off." Jersey breathed, turning to fully face the cream molly. Now that that was out of the way, he could properly acquaint himself with this girl, apparently named Cherrywine. "Name's Jerseyboy. And yeah, 'm not."

He was going to ask her just where he was, but that was when he was interrupted by a looming, hellish creature. It almost looked like a gigantic dog with spikes jutting from its back. Jerseyboy's dark fur startled to bristle along the length of his spine, and he took a step back while slightly folding his ears. He tried his best to straighten himself up, to not appear intimidated, but it was hard not to. That thing looked like it could snap him in two. "Okay okay, I don't want no trouble." The New Jerseyan waved his front paw towards him — no, both of them, actually. He didn't know what these guys were about. Maybe they were apart of some swamp-cult, and he wanted nothing to do with that.

Seeming to loosen up a tiny bit, seeing as they weren't showing any signs of aggression (yet), he glanced around briefly before asking, "So uh, what is this? One of those groups or clans or whateva'?" Could be. Or maybe they were just two loners traveling together, who knew. In that case, Jerseyboy would hit the high-road if he was trespassing. He didn't feel like getting his hide tanned today.