06-13-2018, 08:09 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Tanglewood. The name left a shitty taste in her mouth, and she felt her ears fly backwards and her eyes narrow in anger. The last time she had encountered them had been when she was delivering news of Starrynight's memorial. Everyone in Tangewood had been kind save Beck and that spoiled savannah cat whose name she could not recall. Beck's words had been more than enough to set her off, and had Margaery not been there to settle her spirits, she would have perhaps ended all chances for an alliance. She hated Beck with every fiber of her being... But she did not mind those that lived with him. The personifications of War and Victory had been kind - and so had Morgan. Suiteheart was thankful for them. She wished the Ascendants would be hosting them instead of Ghost Bitch Number One.
Baby blue eyes were hardened and displeased as she found the gathered group. She took a seat beside Margaery and Roy, just as Beck was settling into place. She eyed his plant for a moment, wondering why the hell he felt the need to bring it. She certainly did not see the need for it, but maybe the guy was afraid it'd die without his care. Whatever. She didn't give a fuck honestly.
"Hello, Beck. Lovely seeing you," the Ecliptic Admiral meowed, voice void of all emotion. If one looked hard enough, they might find a coolness within her words, but for now, she would be civil. Surely he would to. She flicked her tail, turning her eyes upon Bastilleprisoner. Despite hating the poltergeist, she did want this to work out.
Baby blue eyes were hardened and displeased as she found the gathered group. She took a seat beside Margaery and Roy, just as Beck was settling into place. She eyed his plant for a moment, wondering why the hell he felt the need to bring it. She certainly did not see the need for it, but maybe the guy was afraid it'd die without his care. Whatever. She didn't give a fuck honestly.
"Hello, Beck. Lovely seeing you," the Ecliptic Admiral meowed, voice void of all emotion. If one looked hard enough, they might find a coolness within her words, but for now, she would be civil. Surely he would to. She flicked her tail, turning her eyes upon Bastilleprisoner. Despite hating the poltergeist, she did want this to work out.
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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