05-29-2018, 12:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2018, 12:52 AM by Character Graveyard..)
Tired blue-eyes would follow Morgan as they slowly approached, a look of tense in his eyes. He didn't know what to think of the samoyed. It was, weird. To see an animal with ice covering their face. But he wouldn't judge them, at least not out-loud. At the offer of getting his shoulder treated, he would perk up. "Sure and my name?" The young male would close his eyes to think for a few moments. "Thirteen. My name is Thirteen."
The young male would warily eye Amunet and Fenrisulfer as the both of them approached. He was wary, as they were both bigger then him, but maybe they weren't so bad. He'd probably find out in the future. Roxas would nod his head to Amunet's comment before he noticed Nayru approaching with her bag of herbs.
"I don't know how long I've had these wounds." He would mumble awkwardly, shuffling his front paws. "I mean- I can't remember." The striped-feline admitted before sitting down and relaxing his shoulders. "You can start."
The young male would warily eye Amunet and Fenrisulfer as the both of them approached. He was wary, as they were both bigger then him, but maybe they weren't so bad. He'd probably find out in the future. Roxas would nod his head to Amunet's comment before he noticed Nayru approaching with her bag of herbs.
"I don't know how long I've had these wounds." He would mumble awkwardly, shuffling his front paws. "I mean- I can't remember." The striped-feline admitted before sitting down and relaxing his shoulders. "You can start."
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