FEAR THE REAPER || joining

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AND WITH MY OPENED MOUTH

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He was always moving from place to place. He should really settle down, but it was hard to settle down when anything barely stuck. It was starting to drive the green maine coon crazy, but he was going to keep going on. He had to keep good hopes for the future.
So Envy stood, with his paws planted firmly in the sand and cringing slightly at the feeling of the sand between his paws. He decided he wasn't going to say anything just yet. He'd much rather wait this time around for someone to arrive.

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[Keona.]

[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"][align=center]— blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly —

A wanderer at heart though the tiny feline may be, confined to this island she found herself.  She called it home though, and her family resided here.  Still, that lull for adventure nags and pulls at the child, and she oft ventures into the jungle on her own.  After many moons, she knew it too well.  Quiet as a shadow, the little fae pads through trees then onto sand, patrolling the outskirts of her home, not so reckless to believe in safety beyond those railroad tracks.

There a new scent catches on the wind and she pauses, nose twitching.  Curiously, her ears perk and quickly, the spotted fae approached.  Another stranger on the border.  Pale, sea-green hues blinked, making a guess where to 'look' before soft words left her maw.  "Aloha.  Can I help you?"

✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

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His ears perked and he stared down at her, grey eyes glowing faintly. "Hello there. I'm here to join. The name's Volatiletimes, but you may call me Envy." The maine coon rumbled with a flick of his tail. Hopefully he'd stay this time, because his paws were starting to cramp up from the constant walking.

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[SÉAMUS]

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Adventure and vengence had pulled the pirate onto the ocean all those years ago.  The freedom of the sea, the thrill of the hunt and fight.  But that was many, many years ago, though rage still burned in his heart and claws flexed at the thought of those enemies he'd left behind.  Settling down had been... Strange, though it had been quite some moons he first approached the Typhoon, tracking down his wayward twin.

Was it home?  Séamus felt wary giving any place such a title.  Yet this was the island his own children called home.  Both his brothers resided here now... He couldn't recall the last time they had all lived in one place... A soft huff left the vulpine's maw.  Ear flicking, the canid swaggered over at the sound of voices, conscious of his daughter's presence and wary of irritating the child with his own.  At least Goldie showed up too... He didn't like spotting his girl wandering the jungle on her own ever since the Pitt.

"Welcome to the family, love," the irishman smirked.

"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán