07-26-2018, 11:11 PM
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The Striker, since being put into this new body, was trying to readjust to everything. Accompanied with the change in look came the lack of sight, and getting to know the island had been hard enough with working eyes. Still, she’d one it before, and the blind feline was prepared to do it again. So far, she was very comfortable around the railroad tracks, the beach, and camp. It was the jungle that she was having trouble to navigate, but happening upon the Snowbounder wasn’t too much of a struggle for Fischer at this point. She was ... coping.
Fischer did her best to appear like she was focusing on Aizawa. Unlike her fellow crewmates, she didn’t yearn for the blood of others. Certainly, she understood the sentiments towards the Snowbound, she just didn’t act out violently to display them. Diplomacy was a grace she possessed with ease, though rest assured, she had other downfalls. She was almost surprised to catch the scent of a Snowbounder, but she figured they would turn up looking to take back a captured child or person, which she would’ve not objected to, personally. This was much more satisfying, though, smelling the supplies along with the Snowbounder. She smiled.”Supplies, yes? I won’t speak on behalf of Captain Pincher if this is satisfactory or not, but these supplies, whatever they are, will be well used.” Her tone held no malice, just standing calmly somewhat in front of Aizawa. It was pretty humorous to her, that whatever might be in front of her, whether it be a ten-foot tall giraffe or a shrew, smelled the same old Snowbounder, she couldn't tell, yet distinctly had such a grumpy tone.
The Striker, since being put into this new body, was trying to readjust to everything. Accompanied with the change in look came the lack of sight, and getting to know the island had been hard enough with working eyes. Still, she’d one it before, and the blind feline was prepared to do it again. So far, she was very comfortable around the railroad tracks, the beach, and camp. It was the jungle that she was having trouble to navigate, but happening upon the Snowbounder wasn’t too much of a struggle for Fischer at this point. She was ... coping.
Fischer did her best to appear like she was focusing on Aizawa. Unlike her fellow crewmates, she didn’t yearn for the blood of others. Certainly, she understood the sentiments towards the Snowbound, she just didn’t act out violently to display them. Diplomacy was a grace she possessed with ease, though rest assured, she had other downfalls. She was almost surprised to catch the scent of a Snowbounder, but she figured they would turn up looking to take back a captured child or person, which she would’ve not objected to, personally. This was much more satisfying, though, smelling the supplies along with the Snowbounder. She smiled.”Supplies, yes? I won’t speak on behalf of Captain Pincher if this is satisfactory or not, but these supplies, whatever they are, will be well used.” Her tone held no malice, just standing calmly somewhat in front of Aizawa. It was pretty humorous to her, that whatever might be in front of her, whether it be a ten-foot tall giraffe or a shrew, smelled the same old Snowbounder, she couldn't tell, yet distinctly had such a grumpy tone.
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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