a new turn | typhoon leader

[Zjarr]

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[div style="margin-bottom: 4px; height: auto; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: black;"]OH LORD, DON'T LET ME
BE MISUNDERSTOOD

ACTIONS | "SPEAKING" | THINKING | TELEPATHY

The abrupt scent of sea salt made his nose crinkle solely because of how unfamiliar it was around the swamp. Unless someone had taken a swim in the far coast of their territory facing the ocean, there was no reason for that smell to be found in their village; unless, of course, it was a visitor. The canine poked his head from the open window of his cottage, his gaze settling upon the figure of a maned wolf carved from ocean waters, saltwater dripping into the soft dirt with every step the other male took. If I swing my sword at ya, will it just go through? He took a moment to ponder the trivial questions he had about the canine's elemental form before abandoning his post at his window, making his way through the cottage's old wooden door and approaching him.

"Congrats, Cap'n Ciabhan," Zjarr said, offering the new leader a nod in acknowledgment paired with his characteristic smile that oozed charisma and, on occasion, a bit of falsity. "M'name's Zjarr. T-wood's under new management too. Cory'll be with ya in a sec, I'm sure." It was safe to say that he wasn't particularly affected by the change of leadership within Tanglewood, primarily because it had happened before he had joined with his kids. He certainly couldn't care less about who was leading the Typhoon, either, but it was nice to keep track of a famous face. He couldn't pass up an opportunity to acquaint himself with someone he could potentially strike a deal with later.

bio — attack in [b]#f24b00[/b]

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