06-01-2018, 10:14 PM
[div style="width: 360px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; color: #383838;"]Iosef shared a common goal with many: rise in the social hierarchy, establish control and dominance. One would do a lot of things to achieve such a task, but few would truly rise to the occasion and go the extra mile to prove their worth. He would be more than willing to risk a life or a connection to climb upwards, and this gruesome situation had only proven his gall and sturdiness. At the moment he felt little remorse for the lives he had stolen, for they were lives not well spent. Yet he had grown fond of the Typhoon in his brief time prior his more or less insignificant hiatus—and before he made any bold moves, he would have to establish himself as a positive, contributing entity in the group. Surely that wouldn't a problem.
His striking light blue eyes fell upon a lithe gold-and-black feline that stood much shorter than his hulking stature. This was an unfamiliar sight, though Iosef presumed that it was expected for new faces to pop up in the Typhoon—it welcomed all who had the grit and the courage and the iron heart to stick around and prove their worth. It seemed like this fellow had done precisely that. His hues flickered to inspect his surroundings. Hmm, here already? His paws felt quite damp from the trek, yet the soft, smooth sand comforted him in a way, made him feel at home. It was a massive contradiction from the tundra he was born in, but he quite enjoyed the island regardless.
No matter standing around, he would have to reintroduce himself to these folk. At the other feline's words the Siberian tiger set down his plush, and it was only then that he noticed the pair of dog tags wrapped haphazardly around the stuffed animal. They were his dog tags—that rat must have stolen it when he wasn't looking. Oh well; they were truly his now. Setting the pair of dog tags in their rightful location around his neck, the feline cleared his throat. "Hello there, I'm Iosef. I was a...crewmate a while back, when the Typhoon was founded. I've come to return." He would only offer a twitch of his ear at the long-bodied cat's previous statement regarding his stuffed animal, for he felt no need to introduce two entities if there really was only one.
His striking light blue eyes fell upon a lithe gold-and-black feline that stood much shorter than his hulking stature. This was an unfamiliar sight, though Iosef presumed that it was expected for new faces to pop up in the Typhoon—it welcomed all who had the grit and the courage and the iron heart to stick around and prove their worth. It seemed like this fellow had done precisely that. His hues flickered to inspect his surroundings. Hmm, here already? His paws felt quite damp from the trek, yet the soft, smooth sand comforted him in a way, made him feel at home. It was a massive contradiction from the tundra he was born in, but he quite enjoyed the island regardless.
No matter standing around, he would have to reintroduce himself to these folk. At the other feline's words the Siberian tiger set down his plush, and it was only then that he noticed the pair of dog tags wrapped haphazardly around the stuffed animal. They were his dog tags—that rat must have stolen it when he wasn't looking. Oh well; they were truly his now. Setting the pair of dog tags in their rightful location around his neck, the feline cleared his throat. "Hello there, I'm Iosef. I was a...crewmate a while back, when the Typhoon was founded. I've come to return." He would only offer a twitch of his ear at the long-bodied cat's previous statement regarding his stuffed animal, for he felt no need to introduce two entities if there really was only one.
[glow=#0097a3,2,300]LOSERS WEEPERS[/glow] — ❆
haha rip these goofs