07-23-2018, 11:50 PM
Vandal isn't quite sure why she hasn't been able to find something to do yet. Normally, she's always finding herself into messes that are unnecessary but, at the very least, amusing to do - but today feels different, somehow. Flying around the island feels too empty, feels too quiet. The boredom is binding her and, for a moment, she looks away from the island and towards the horizon beyond, the far distance filled with so much unknowns. There's a lot out there to see, she thinks, a lot out there to do -
But I have a duty here, and my duty is to keep my family and friends safe.
No matter how hard the tug of adventure beckons to her, she knows she can't leave the Typhoon, not when so many of the people she cares most about reside in it. From her siblings to her nieces and nephews, her friends to her rivals, the island below her has life that each share a kernel of her heart with them, whether they know it or not. It's her purpose to keep them all safe - fuck what she feels, she can't leave, she can't go, no matter how hard her body is telling her too.
She passes over the far coast one more time, and is surprised to see a small group forming around Argus. Vandal folds her wings and lets herself sink down, spreading them again the soften her fall when she's at a low-enough altitude to do so. Gently, she lowers herself onto the sandy shore, folding four feathered appendages tightly to her side before padding over to stand just a little behind Captainpaw, curious. When she hears that it's all about whittling - "I love whittlin'! Hope you don't mind if I join ya."
But I have a duty here, and my duty is to keep my family and friends safe.
No matter how hard the tug of adventure beckons to her, she knows she can't leave the Typhoon, not when so many of the people she cares most about reside in it. From her siblings to her nieces and nephews, her friends to her rivals, the island below her has life that each share a kernel of her heart with them, whether they know it or not. It's her purpose to keep them all safe - fuck what she feels, she can't leave, she can't go, no matter how hard her body is telling her too.
She passes over the far coast one more time, and is surprised to see a small group forming around Argus. Vandal folds her wings and lets herself sink down, spreading them again the soften her fall when she's at a low-enough altitude to do so. Gently, she lowers herself onto the sandy shore, folding four feathered appendages tightly to her side before padding over to stand just a little behind Captainpaw, curious. When she hears that it's all about whittling - "I love whittlin'! Hope you don't mind if I join ya."
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON