TOO MANY WAR WOUNDS AND NOT ENOUGH WARS // O, joining

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There's really just one thing that we have in common
NONE OF US WILL BE MISSED

Whisper was familiar with war. While she was only five moons physically she had spent one too many lifetimes in a clan that specialized in it. Where one would climb up the ladder by creating a big enough pile out of your enemies bodies. Born on the backs of orphaned children, of revenge. Whisper lived those days in near isolation. With nothing but the ghosts of her enemies as company. At least, that was what she would say about it. People tended not to look too deeply into children anyways. Thinking kids are simple minded, still learning about the world around them. Her 'origin' story was enough to further push people away. While she has never been privy to pity, she knew that it was useful in keeping people from asking too much. When they were too busy feeling sorry for you they would drop the subject in attempts to make you feel better. Her being a child no less, she was almost made to exploit it.

She would not call the hostilities between the typhoon and taglewood a brewing war, more of a aggressive rivalry. But she has only seen one side of the supposed 'war' Through different eyes no less, it was a wonder if on this side she would see something different. She was well aware of the value of perspective. While Whisper wasn't interested in becoming a spy. She was rather more interested in the differing views. Whisper was too youg to be of any use in raids from either side of the "war" anyway.

Whisper had seen a crocodile once or twice, but she hadn't much considered them something that could be domesticated. So she was weary stepping any deeper into the territory without someone at least prooving to her she wasn't crazy- a log moved when she showed up, so she wasn't too keen in seeing it move much closer towards her. though she was interested in joining, she just thought it would leave a better impression without a trail of dead reptiles on her way to camp to actually meet the locals. Thankfully she was met by one of the people that lived here.

He looked familiar, not in that she would remember him but in a way that showed genetics. She was saved from trying to puzzle out the familiarity when he introduced himself. Bright smile seeming to shine brighter at the name. ❝Grimm? Any relation to Lucifer?❞ The puppy didn't look much like a dragon herself, but she assumed it was due to the lack of real blood relation. ❝Either way, it's nice to meet a kin!❞ She didn't necessary reveal her relation, still unsure on that herself- but she was a... step daughter, right? Would it be alright to call her an adopted sibling out of necessity? She left it alone for now. Tackling the other question with a slightly more subdued frown.

❝I uh. My parents are... dead❞ Her biological ones were, at least. She seemed a little put off about the question, dimmed. It didn't matter anyway her real parents were never there for her. Her parents have been dead for a long time and even when they were alive, when they were suppose to be happy they left Whsiper alone- ❝They weren't good parents, so I'm glad they are dead. One of my friends was a nomad so i wanted to travel. So here i am!❞ It was easy to fall into a negative head space, where she could quickly turn into something vile. But whisper had control of her emotions. She could divert her focus away from it- so she did. ❝What about you? Do you like your family?❞

//no worries! xD And yeah, technically? o.o I think I'm getting the hang of fancies... kind of. you can nab a code of it for yourself! I put it in my storage so feel free!

[sub][W]isker[/sub]