supply visit [★] falling backwards

[Keona.]

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Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin — tags & info

Many moons had passed since the tiny wildcat set her paws in the desert sands.  Many moons.  Before Jervis' time.  Time spent not by her choice.  But none remained from that time.  None she knew at least.  It did no good dwelling on the matter.  Especially when the Pitt had helped them recently.  It only felt right to give something in return.

Flicking her ears, the petite dealer came to a quiet halt.  The chill an odd sensation against the sand.  Not quite right.  Her pale hues danced.  Curious.  Odds were the desert would heat back up in the spring.  Thaw.  The fae felt uncertain.  Did she like it like this?  Despite the strangeness.  The sun's wrath was not the most pleasant memory.  The colder air made it more bearable in that sense.

Natyli came to a skidding stop behind the smaller dealer.  The draconic jaguar nearly dropped the basket in wonder, bewildered.  Mitch-matched hues large in fascination.  A mixed canvas of sand and snow.  She wanted to go further.  See the jungle she knew sat within.  Was that littered with snow too?  Good thing they thought to put seeds and stuff in the basket.

Her paws pushed restlessly into the sand beneath her.  Relenting to wait.  Relenting to spend her time attempting to startle her brother ( [member=12555]T. ROUX[/member] ) with a mental shout of [i]'HEY GUESS WHO?' through their bond.  A grin on her face.

"keona" "natyli"
[ feel free to post before [member=4094]salem[/member] [member=11389]michael t.[/member] ! ]

come and fly away with me! — tags & info
[i]Natyli Roux — the chimera

[salem]

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♦ | SALEM

The vines that wrapped around the dark-furred wildcat's legs felt tighter -- oddly tense with the uncertainty of visiting his brother's home for the first time.  The kodkod lingered close to Keona, seeking comfort in her quiet but steady presence; so close he hoped he was not bothering her too much, nearly brushing fur when she stopped.

A rouge cold front should not have startled him -- for it was winter still -- yet the mixture of sand and snow rendered him speechless.  Even Summer would laugh at this.  Tempest's mad cackling he could almost hear without prompting, causing a sad smile to settle on his maw -- I still need to tell Jack I ran into Summer.  He took a deep breath, dark eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of his brother.  It seemed he and Natyli possessed something in common; family as part of the reason he offered to accompany Keona on this visit.

"At least the sun's a little more bearable..." He murmured, shifting his weight from one paw to another.  Despite the chill, the sky still stretched open above them -- his dark fur protesting against the direct contact, unblocked by any trees or surrounding terrain.

I'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat ♦  salem / faemor / crewmate

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

"Speak for your own god damn self." Dante grunted in response to Salem as he approached the two Typhooners that were waiting. "This snow front is fucking awful." Of course, he was slightly more sensitive to the cold due to being partially cold blooded but hey, at least he was trying to get things done. The hybrid puffed smoke out from his cigarette, his gaze scanning the Typhoon visitors they had.

"Gifts, hm? What's the occasion?" Honestly, Dante was not a fan of this whole peace treaty bullshit but hey, gotta obey the Boss-Man right?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]