its just a game that we play | nat & ry

[Simon F.M.]

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i'd do anything for you
but would you do that for me, too?

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DIYA F.M.

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4 YEARS

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TYPHOON

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WERE-VAMPIRE

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Diya had woken up and decided today would be a good day. She would be productive. She had already planned out the day. She'd pay Haven Island a visit, just to check in on Nat and Ry, and thengo by Roan's to check in on him. She didn't need anything from him, just wanted to make sure he was doing well. A simple list of tasks really, one that she hoped would go well.

A quick stop by the tavern and the feline was well on her way to the small island. Eventually she would go and do the actual reason people went too the island but, for now she was just here to visit. As the boat neared, she would thank the crewmate who had helped her, climbing out of the boat. She would give her fur a shake, aiming to rid herself of some of the water that had splashed on her.

It would be here that the snowy feline would eventually meet her doom. Okay, maybe it wouldn't be that dramatic, but it definitely was going to suck for the white cat. Hoping to surprise the duo, she would began to make her way across the island, quietly and carefully.

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BUBBLEGUM:

GENERAL INFO *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
— diya folie-mikaelson
— 3 & 1/2 years
— the typhoon
— crewmate
— trans, mtf, she/her
— amorphous, domestic feline and polarbear
— dating roxanne roux

APPEARANCE *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
—  she has a yellow and blue bead necklace with a heart-shaped pendant that says Diya, along with her three piercings on her right ear.
— scars cover the snowy feline, as well a bite mark on one hind leg.
— her polar bear form keeps her scars and jewelry.
— reference sheet

[natyli r.]

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NATYLI ROUX
BETA
TAGS && INFO

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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #76b8cc; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]COME AND FLY AW[color=#6897be]AY WI[color=#628ab9]TH ME

Haven Island is a secluded place.  Maddeningly so at times for the socially inclined but recently, the young jaguar had preferred her and her brother's little retreat.  Finding space.  Relative quiet.  Most days.

Afterall, Natyli Roux thoroughly enjoyed reigning hell on those who embarked to the island and unknowingly found their way in their corner.  Perfect targets.  Especially under the influence of the infamous jungle juice.

The chimera had been tending some of the plants outside when she thought she heard something.  Her ears perked immediately, mix-matched hues narrowing in thought. 

Slowly, she backed up towards the door and quietly tapped on the wood, to tell Trygve someone was here.

A good opportunity to test one of her new traps.  Fake snakes.  But as Natyli carefully crept in the undergrowth, the flash of white fur changes her mind.  Aphra?  Aphra deserved worse than a fake snakes scare.

Let's EGAFM her. 

She waits, mischief ablaze in her eyes... Until the exact moment her unsuspecting prey stepped beneath the bucket.  Mustard, vinegar, skunk urine, rotten eggs, cake batter, garlic, onions, and brussel sprouts... That's what Aphra deserved.

It's after she pulls the rope, tilting the bucket over, sending the horrendous contents pouring down, when she notices Aphra doesn't look exactly right.  Natyli paid close attention... She had to if she wanted her friends to match, to be true representations of her crewmates.  And Aphra didn't wear a necklace like that.

Oh.  Oh no.

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© MADI

[T. ROUX]

THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER

When Trygve wasn't hanging out with his best friend over in the Pitt, he was usually with his sister Natyli especially after the loss of Jaime. He was in the kitchen getting some toast for himself, a way to start his morning, Trygve would normally make something a lot nicer than what he ate. The sudden sound of quiet tapping on the door made both of his tufted ears perk up, Ry glanced over with his pupils narrowed into dangerous pupils before the thought was shared with him did the draconic boy feel a smirk on his maw and lashed his mottled tail to the sides.

He didn't hesitate in scarfing down the piece of toast and went out to see Aphra covered in EGAFM, he felt a large frown replace the smirk on his maw realizing that it wasn't Aphra but instead Diya... His mother's girlfriend. Well, that wasn't good. He inwardly grimaced as he brushed up against Natyli only to stare at Diya not sure of what to say exactly seeing as Diya well... Stunk or he assumed anyways, it was moments like these in which Trygve was grateful that he had no sense of smell at the time.

"Hey there," Trygve would finally speak with an awkward shuffle of his paws only to add on holding his breath "You don't seem to be on the jungle juice or... Aphra," Was he going to apologize? Gods no, he might have concocted EGAFM with Natyli but he hadn't dumped it onto Diya. That and just in general, he didn't feel like coughing up an apology.

BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN

— Reggan

[Simon F.M.]

A good day. She had planned to have a good day. That all went wrong within a few seconds, as the sound of something falling caught her ears. It was lucky she didn't look up, or else the awful conction would have gotten in her eyes. The smell hit first, one she couldn't identify or handle. Quickly she was coated, nasuea filling the vampire as she attempted to understand what had happened. Ry's words reached her and she fell silent, looking both pissed and confused.

"I- You, what?" she panted, shaking her head. Her eyes glanced from the troublemakers to the shore and shook her head. "Give me just a moment," she grunted, shaking as she made her way the short distance to the shore, where she slipped into the water in an attempt to clean off her fur.

After a moment, relatively clean(at least, visually), she pulled back out of the ocean, a glare set on her maw. SHe would stalk back towards her girlfriend's children, sitting down and looking back and forth between them. "Care to explain?" she would ask, wishing she could remove her nose. Would the smell ever leave? "Why would I be Aphra?"