05-26-2019, 11:32 PM
It had been long since she allowed her paws to guide her through the wading waters, every step bringing her closer to the end of the sunken railroad and to the gates of the Typhoon. She didn't bother to swim there as her paws ached from the trek back to this hell of a place, which she couldn't happen to notice that a lot of the char from the eruption had disappeared, as though it never happened. When she arrived to the gates, she found the ground beneath her paws in perfect condition. Even though these were good things, Mynthe still had the same gloomy and dreadful feeling that she had from before she left. Goldenluxury was still dead and no amount of greenery would fix that simple fact. She was gone and frankly that knowledge put an empty void in her that she couldn't stop feeling, even when the event was months passed.
Mynthe burst her way through the gates, ignoring any guards that demanded she stopped, any weird looks she got from newer members of the Typhoon. She walked forwards without a care, baring her fangs and snarling at anyone that tried to get near or stop her. To them she probably looked like a feral animal, her fur matted and tangled, and her frame dangerously skinny like from when they had first found her washed on the shore. She had new permanent scars laced along her body and she carried a more wild look in her eyes. She found her paws moving from solid ground to softer ground, her paws sinking lightly in the sand. The difference in feeling was enough to snap Mynthe out of her thoughts, looking towards her paws to view minor black splotches in the sands which she walked upon. She held memories of Barracuda Bay but coming here only filled her with more sorrow.
Originally she left because Goldenluxury had died, what was left for her besides Goldenluxury? She held not even a minor bond towards anyone else, nor was she ever truly loyal to the Typhoon. While her death didn't hit her extremely hard, it did hit her to where it made her feel a sense of sadness and anger no matter how minor it was. Mynthe wondered now who the new leader was, and if she was going to get exiled on the spot for the way she barged in without a single greeting. Huffing, the woman leap up onto a rock on the bay where she lied down with her head on her paws, tail hanging off the rock carelessly. To hell with anyone who would try to move her.
Mynthe burst her way through the gates, ignoring any guards that demanded she stopped, any weird looks she got from newer members of the Typhoon. She walked forwards without a care, baring her fangs and snarling at anyone that tried to get near or stop her. To them she probably looked like a feral animal, her fur matted and tangled, and her frame dangerously skinny like from when they had first found her washed on the shore. She had new permanent scars laced along her body and she carried a more wild look in her eyes. She found her paws moving from solid ground to softer ground, her paws sinking lightly in the sand. The difference in feeling was enough to snap Mynthe out of her thoughts, looking towards her paws to view minor black splotches in the sands which she walked upon. She held memories of Barracuda Bay but coming here only filled her with more sorrow.
Originally she left because Goldenluxury had died, what was left for her besides Goldenluxury? She held not even a minor bond towards anyone else, nor was she ever truly loyal to the Typhoon. While her death didn't hit her extremely hard, it did hit her to where it made her feel a sense of sadness and anger no matter how minor it was. Mynthe wondered now who the new leader was, and if she was going to get exiled on the spot for the way she barged in without a single greeting. Huffing, the woman leap up onto a rock on the bay where she lied down with her head on her paws, tail hanging off the rock carelessly. To hell with anyone who would try to move her.
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[/td][td][div style="margin-top: -6px; margin-left: 5px; height: 65px; width: 255px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;"]MYNTHE is a FEMALE THYLACINE with SHE/HER pronouns. she is a CREWMATE of THE TYPHOON and is SEVENTEEN months old. she is physically HARD and mentally HARD. attack in BOLD. played by PAROXYSM. | TAGS[/td][/tr][/table]