06-11-2018, 12:21 AM
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The white feline found herself sitting towards the back of the gathered group. Promotions were the second meeting point, proceeded by the new member list. She murmured a welcome to all the new faces, and she even put on a smile. At the mention of promotions, she let her grin grow, and Suite called, "Congrats!"
Her jaw was set as he continued, and her baby blues were cold. She narrowed her eyes at the mention of Tanglewood. God, she hated those fuckers - more than she did Bastille in this moment -, and she could not believe they were entertaining an alliance with them. And they were giving gifts to them? And hosting events? What the fuck? No. No, this was ridiculous. Suite held grudges, and she was not about to forgive them of torturing Lunafreya. She flicked her tail, wondering how the hell Bast had managed to do that. Maybe he didn't care about anyone at all.
The only thing in his speech she actually found herself liking was the mention of ambassadors. She had brought up the idea with Starrynight, but nothing had come out of it. She was pleased Bastille was taking the initiative to carry out what was probably in the works. Good for him. She nodded at the mention of weekly tasks before focusing her attention of the next meeting point.
Titles. A curious look entered the anger on her delicate features, softening her looks. She could get behind this too. It was actually pretty fucking interesting. Bastille was creative as hell, she'd give him that. He had good ideas in his brain, and she was pleased he was sharing them instead of keeping them hidden. In spite of herself, she found an impressed grin upon her lips.
"Noted, Seraph."
The white feline found herself sitting towards the back of the gathered group. Promotions were the second meeting point, proceeded by the new member list. She murmured a welcome to all the new faces, and she even put on a smile. At the mention of promotions, she let her grin grow, and Suite called, "Congrats!"
Her jaw was set as he continued, and her baby blues were cold. She narrowed her eyes at the mention of Tanglewood. God, she hated those fuckers - more than she did Bastille in this moment -, and she could not believe they were entertaining an alliance with them. And they were giving gifts to them? And hosting events? What the fuck? No. No, this was ridiculous. Suite held grudges, and she was not about to forgive them of torturing Lunafreya. She flicked her tail, wondering how the hell Bast had managed to do that. Maybe he didn't care about anyone at all.
The only thing in his speech she actually found herself liking was the mention of ambassadors. She had brought up the idea with Starrynight, but nothing had come out of it. She was pleased Bastille was taking the initiative to carry out what was probably in the works. Good for him. She nodded at the mention of weekly tasks before focusing her attention of the next meeting point.
Titles. A curious look entered the anger on her delicate features, softening her looks. She could get behind this too. It was actually pretty fucking interesting. Bastille was creative as hell, she'd give him that. He had good ideas in his brain, and she was pleased he was sharing them instead of keeping them hidden. In spite of herself, she found an impressed grin upon her lips.
"Noted, Seraph."
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE