03-17-2018, 06:18 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]Energy running through The Typhoon's lands were filled with excitement, caution and paralysing fear. Nautical Mile mates who had spent their entire lives out on sea being land-bound and having their lives turned inside out, Voodoo House mambas who melded ill with the boisterous and loud mates of the Nautical Mile feeling out of place and fearful. Two opposing forced with views on life so vastly different that it should be like pushing two negative magnets together - but somehow the opposing forces were going to make the most of it. Get along. It would provide such an arduous task, yes, but the potential payoff was enough to send waves of excited shivers throughout the amalgamated Typhoon.
Daphne could feel it; he could feel the fears of his own people and could vaguely recognise the homesick Nautical Mile member's grief, but he could also feel their budding excitement. Daphne desired to amplify these small pocket of elation with the help of a warm event. After speaking with his brother, his co-leader, the twins had come to the decision that a party was in due order and would provide ample opportunity for the two foreign groups to interact amiably. Which still felt so odd; to think that he was leading alongside this brother who had been so unknown for the whole time the pair had been growing up. Were they in any ways similar? They looked not too different from one another, but from all Daphne had seen Pincher was brash and abrasive - things Daphne had been taught to abhor. So many surface traits were out of the question, but Daphne was eager to unearth another side to his brother.
Drinks would be provided, their sloshing noises audible from a mile away from the beach's party-grounds. Music was blasted and drowned out all sounds of the sea to fill the party-goer's minds with only that of what they were experiencing in their new home. Food was amazing; lines of all kinds of piratical hearty meals and extended all the way to the more traditional island foods of sweet crepes and various kinds of cheese. Even the hungriest of beasts could not devour all that was offered to him. And in the sight of all that had been set up for the two anxious groups Daphne felt at ease knowing that he and Pincher had done all that they could to try and make their people feel as welcome as possible.
Would it be enough?
Making his way down towards the soft pristine sand of Typhoon's beach came the Snow Bengal, his milky coloured eyes scanning over all those who had come to join the event with a pleased expression. Stepping up to the head of the event, hoping that Pincher would care to join his brother, Daphne drew in a shaky breath as everything he had achieved stood before him; unification. This was for the best - as much as Daphne let doubts plague his naive mind, this was for the best. The gods should look down on him with contentment. "Welcome! Nautical Mile, Voodoo House! We are gathered under the moon's motherly light to celebrate our newfound unification and the start of our budding relationship under one name; 'The Typhoon'." Pausing to take a breather, Daphne took his breaths long and slowly to ease his nerves at addressing the Nautical Mile mates. "Now eat, drink and be merry! La vie est belle!"
Daphne could feel it; he could feel the fears of his own people and could vaguely recognise the homesick Nautical Mile member's grief, but he could also feel their budding excitement. Daphne desired to amplify these small pocket of elation with the help of a warm event. After speaking with his brother, his co-leader, the twins had come to the decision that a party was in due order and would provide ample opportunity for the two foreign groups to interact amiably. Which still felt so odd; to think that he was leading alongside this brother who had been so unknown for the whole time the pair had been growing up. Were they in any ways similar? They looked not too different from one another, but from all Daphne had seen Pincher was brash and abrasive - things Daphne had been taught to abhor. So many surface traits were out of the question, but Daphne was eager to unearth another side to his brother.
Drinks would be provided, their sloshing noises audible from a mile away from the beach's party-grounds. Music was blasted and drowned out all sounds of the sea to fill the party-goer's minds with only that of what they were experiencing in their new home. Food was amazing; lines of all kinds of piratical hearty meals and extended all the way to the more traditional island foods of sweet crepes and various kinds of cheese. Even the hungriest of beasts could not devour all that was offered to him. And in the sight of all that had been set up for the two anxious groups Daphne felt at ease knowing that he and Pincher had done all that they could to try and make their people feel as welcome as possible.
Would it be enough?
Making his way down towards the soft pristine sand of Typhoon's beach came the Snow Bengal, his milky coloured eyes scanning over all those who had come to join the event with a pleased expression. Stepping up to the head of the event, hoping that Pincher would care to join his brother, Daphne drew in a shaky breath as everything he had achieved stood before him; unification. This was for the best - as much as Daphne let doubts plague his naive mind, this was for the best. The gods should look down on him with contentment. "Welcome! Nautical Mile, Voodoo House! We are gathered under the moon's motherly light to celebrate our newfound unification and the start of our budding relationship under one name; 'The Typhoon'." Pausing to take a breather, Daphne took his breaths long and slowly to ease his nerves at addressing the Nautical Mile mates. "Now eat, drink and be merry! La vie est belle!"
