06-06-2018, 07:43 AM
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There's really just one thing that we have in common
NONE OF US WILL BE MISSED
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
NONE OF US WILL BE MISSED
For now Whisper was still filled with the high of actually exploring. Even with the calculated maneuver of letting someone lead her paws her eyes shined bright and gave her voice a life that would help her establish connections and let the happiness linger. Let her expression stay honestly happy without having to worry about faux micro expressions to help show she was a kid. Without letting the trauma of the past years trudge her down, hand me down experiences giving her nightmare fuel that has yet to shadow her eyes, yet to bring her claws down on something and keep her control from wavering. Let her imagine herself as a kid honestly and truly and fall into whatever category her high elevated her. Bubbly and bright and so very young.
It was like standing on a glass above an open canyon. Looking down to see the danger the almost certainty it would be your death if you let yourself even slip. Whisper knew were that downfall let do, the steep slope of her mind a line of dominoes to the deep dangerous dark that has been building for years. Darker than anything that a mere child could hold back. Took more than clever wit of someone with a silver tongue. Whisper had to rely on her experience, had to rely on her connections to fall back on if at most, to protect her and each other.
The young pup was snapped out of revere by the person she was following. Their bright yellow fur a beacon- welcoming in a way that her memories of Caesar were not. She felt the excitement bubble into a giggle, giddy of being caught as four blue eyes focused on he other from where she was hidden. A tree to be precise- while Whisper wasn't too keen on sticking to the ground. Unsure of the stability of the ground somewhat, she could rust the tree's. She had been needing to practice her agility and her ability to grasp the branches with her claws. ❝Hmm! You found me. Guess I'm not very sneaky.❞ Even with the smile gone, replaced with a frown as she dropped down closer towards the other than she had been following, it still lingered in her eyes. Blinking up at the other's question with a curious puppy tilt of her head.
Caesar had been defensive where Vigenere was not. Open and friendly where Argus had found an aloof introspective- mourning dream demon. They both wanted to know what was up, what was their story, And Whisper was going to take advantage of being a clanmate of the more easy going brother and puppy charm and try and wriggle her way deep into this narrative. ❝You're... Different than your brother.❞ Whisper has tact- thank you very much. But at times it was best to play and easy to blame her blunt nature on the lack of experience. ❝But you both feel like your mourning something. I just want to know what I guess.❞
It was like standing on a glass above an open canyon. Looking down to see the danger the almost certainty it would be your death if you let yourself even slip. Whisper knew were that downfall let do, the steep slope of her mind a line of dominoes to the deep dangerous dark that has been building for years. Darker than anything that a mere child could hold back. Took more than clever wit of someone with a silver tongue. Whisper had to rely on her experience, had to rely on her connections to fall back on if at most, to protect her and each other.
The young pup was snapped out of revere by the person she was following. Their bright yellow fur a beacon- welcoming in a way that her memories of Caesar were not. She felt the excitement bubble into a giggle, giddy of being caught as four blue eyes focused on he other from where she was hidden. A tree to be precise- while Whisper wasn't too keen on sticking to the ground. Unsure of the stability of the ground somewhat, she could rust the tree's. She had been needing to practice her agility and her ability to grasp the branches with her claws. ❝Hmm! You found me. Guess I'm not very sneaky.❞ Even with the smile gone, replaced with a frown as she dropped down closer towards the other than she had been following, it still lingered in her eyes. Blinking up at the other's question with a curious puppy tilt of her head.
Caesar had been defensive where Vigenere was not. Open and friendly where Argus had found an aloof introspective- mourning dream demon. They both wanted to know what was up, what was their story, And Whisper was going to take advantage of being a clanmate of the more easy going brother and puppy charm and try and wriggle her way deep into this narrative. ❝You're... Different than your brother.❞ Whisper has tact- thank you very much. But at times it was best to play and easy to blame her blunt nature on the lack of experience. ❝But you both feel like your mourning something. I just want to know what I guess.❞