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ghosting your dreams // O, Intro - ARGUS - 05-25-2018
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[W]isker[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Argus was asleep.
The little wolfling was on the edges of the officer's quarters. exploring the haul of the ship. Whisper would have collapsed into the pile of shredded blankets with argus herself, but she could not settle. Unused to the humidity in the air, the scent. everything about this place was different than what she was used to. While she did, in theory have memories of other places. It was different being on the outside. Different to feel and to taste. So much bolder of a feeling. So much different. She has been dead for so long, and afterwards buried away to lurk within the conscious mind as she let some other part of herself take control. It was surreal, freeing. Whisper felt truly alive for the first time in a long time.
But she could not move that far away. Too aware of the growing distance just from escaping to see the night sky atop the ship's deck. Crystalline blue eyes were bright. An intesity that dulled over the years but now...
She was free.
Whisper laughed. Bubleing and light as she watched the dawn claw into the sky. Nothing but pure undulated joy. Oh Maybe she could go out and explore? Of course that would have to come after some practice. She wasn't the one with 101 ways to kill a person like Argus. But she could hold her own. She could scavenge and hold herself remarkably well in a fight. But her true strength lied better within bending other's to her will. After all, she was still a child. There weren't much people who would outright attack a kid at all.
It must of looked odd, seeing the small black strange pup laughing atop the edge's of the ship. But that was what whisper would have to deal with. For now, she had to remain low. Argus' first thoughts- a cover story. It was honestly humbling if not a little concerning. The white officer so desperate for the small inch of comfort Whisper provided. But They were both people filled with secrets, to have someone know everything and accept you. And let them be held it was... It was no wonder Argus needed that.
"speach"
The little wolfling was on the edges of the officer's quarters. exploring the haul of the ship. Whisper would have collapsed into the pile of shredded blankets with argus herself, but she could not settle. Unused to the humidity in the air, the scent. everything about this place was different than what she was used to. While she did, in theory have memories of other places. It was different being on the outside. Different to feel and to taste. So much bolder of a feeling. So much different. She has been dead for so long, and afterwards buried away to lurk within the conscious mind as she let some other part of herself take control. It was surreal, freeing. Whisper felt truly alive for the first time in a long time.
But she could not move that far away. Too aware of the growing distance just from escaping to see the night sky atop the ship's deck. Crystalline blue eyes were bright. An intesity that dulled over the years but now...
She was free.
Whisper laughed. Bubleing and light as she watched the dawn claw into the sky. Nothing but pure undulated joy. Oh Maybe she could go out and explore? Of course that would have to come after some practice. She wasn't the one with 101 ways to kill a person like Argus. But she could hold her own. She could scavenge and hold herself remarkably well in a fight. But her true strength lied better within bending other's to her will. After all, she was still a child. There weren't much people who would outright attack a kid at all.
It must of looked odd, seeing the small black strange pup laughing atop the edge's of the ship. But that was what whisper would have to deal with. For now, she had to remain low. Argus' first thoughts- a cover story. It was honestly humbling if not a little concerning. The white officer so desperate for the small inch of comfort Whisper provided. But They were both people filled with secrets, to have someone know everything and accept you. And let them be held it was... It was no wonder Argus needed that.
"speach"
Re: ghosting your dreams // O, Intro - CAESAR CIPHER. - 05-27-2018
SO NOTORIOUS !
CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. CREW MATE.
Caesar was one of those few people who would attack a child, especially if they got on his nerves. However, he was smart enough to not attack kids that were in The Typhoon, no matter how much they got on his damn nerves. But oh, did he have thoughts of slaughtering them. Whisper included, sometimes. Caesar just didn't have any patience for children.
"Could you be any fucking louder?" Caesar snapped at the wolf pup as he slowly stalked over, clearly not happy about being disturbed. He hadn't been sleeping by any means (although his body was just about to pass out itself, if he were honest), but that didn't mean he wasn't busy doing something that required silence.
"Could you be any fucking louder?" Caesar snapped at the wolf pup as he slowly stalked over, clearly not happy about being disturbed. He hadn't been sleeping by any means (although his body was just about to pass out itself, if he were honest), but that didn't mean he wasn't busy doing something that required silence.
Re: ghosting your dreams // O, Intro - Beatrice - 05-28-2018
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"I'm sure we could all ask the same of you, Caesar," Beatrice barked, voice flat. The savannah was constantly on her nerves for reasons unexplained. Perhaps it was because he had rubbed her the wrong way when they first met at his joining. She just... wasn't sure. Either way, here he was now scolding a child for being happy. Whisper was hurting no one. She was just being a kid.
The canine settled into a seated position as her dark eyes shifted from Caesar to Whisper. For the life of her, Beatrice did not recognize this girl. She was sure she had never seen her before, and yet it felt as though she had. There was something oddly familiar about her, however, as if she were connected with someone she knew. [color=#D87921][b]"You got a name? I'm Beatrice."
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