07-23-2018, 10:38 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]The wolf had not at first seen the Captain heading towards the meeting area. Instead, it was the sound of the horn that called Fischer to where Pincher stood. Or ... or was that not Pincher? Obviously it couldn’t be ... that was a duck. And sure enough, the meeting began, and it was clear that the Captain was a duck ... no, now he was a porcupine. Rochelle tilted her head upwards, looking at the leader. No matter how funny she found the body swap to be, her expression didn’t show a bit of it, just a warm, idle look in her eyes, trying rather to focus on the content of the meeting.
Her claws scraped the earth gently underneath when she heard her name, following the welcome to the many new crewmates that’d joined the Typhoon. Striker. The umber furred wolf closed her eyes momentarily before stepping forward to drink the green kava tea. It was sweet to her now, feeling much lighter on her toes as she murmured gently, ”Thank you, Captain.” Before returning to where she’d been sitting previously. And as the meeting continued, the freshly made Striker couldn’t help but feel a solemn sadness, despite Pincher’s humorous body switches, for Goldie. The poor kid, all she wanted to do was work, but maybe she’d start to understand better about taking care of herself. Keeping quiet for the rest of the meeting, Fischer would close her eyes, absorbing the feeling of content. She had more of a responsibility for her group, and she needed to make sure she fulfilled that duty.
Her claws scraped the earth gently underneath when she heard her name, following the welcome to the many new crewmates that’d joined the Typhoon. Striker. The umber furred wolf closed her eyes momentarily before stepping forward to drink the green kava tea. It was sweet to her now, feeling much lighter on her toes as she murmured gently, ”Thank you, Captain.” Before returning to where she’d been sitting previously. And as the meeting continued, the freshly made Striker couldn’t help but feel a solemn sadness, despite Pincher’s humorous body switches, for Goldie. The poor kid, all she wanted to do was work, but maybe she’d start to understand better about taking care of herself. Keeping quiet for the rest of the meeting, Fischer would close her eyes, absorbing the feeling of content. She had more of a responsibility for her group, and she needed to make sure she fulfilled that duty.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags