05-21-2021, 01:36 PM
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GUNNLEIF M.F.R.
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Was it the loud cry in the morning that would've woken most people up that identified Gunnleif? Almost always, it was. This time, he was on the beach, doing what.. looked like mad dashes, but in his mind, were very calculated sprints. He came to a stop, yawning aloud, which.. accidentally turned into a rather loud screech. He blinked, his ears flattening against his head, looking towards the huts sitting not too far away. He mumbled a curse to himself, turning and sitting down at the shore like nothing had happened.
Gunnleif Mikaelson-Folie-Roux. Perhaps an enigma itself in that name, but he was simple-minded, kind, and maybe a bit of a looker, but at all times clumsy and covered in a band aid in one spot or another. His wings fluttered by his side, their light blue color gently reflecting in the rising sun. He yawned aloud again, this time careful not to screech, licking his lips. Maybe he'd fish this morning.
"speech"
Gunnleif Mikaelson-Folie-Roux. Perhaps an enigma itself in that name, but he was simple-minded, kind, and maybe a bit of a looker, but at all times clumsy and covered in a band aid in one spot or another. His wings fluttered by his side, their light blue color gently reflecting in the rising sun. He yawned aloud again, this time careful not to screech, licking his lips. Maybe he'd fish this morning.
"speech"
— Reggan