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IN THE SUMMER SILENCE,
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
The tigress made her way across the railroad tracks, her paws sinking into the water without much care for it. In the hot, tropical heat, she thought the bridge's partially submerged nature helped beat the heat - especially with how much fur she carried on her. Quantum is a large female for her species; standing with the height and weight of a male tiger or male lion. With that size, however, comes a greater proclivity for overheating. Which is why she left for the Typhoon in early morning, and it was only now about two hours after dawn.
Reaching the wrecked train and gait to the Typhoon's territory, she craned her neck a bit to get a better look at the ruined scrap of metal; it reminded her of some shit a Sunhaven member showed her, calling it 'modern art.' Well, now she knew next time he bothered her with his silly sculptures, she'd just remind him that his art was indistinguishable from human trash. And who, in their right mind, considered human trash art? Sometimes she wondered if dealing with the airheaded artsy folks in Sunhaven was worth living in the beach town - though, of course it was, she simply liked to play devil's advocate with her choices.
Raising a forepaw - absolutely massive, almost the size of her entire face - the psuedo-melanistic woman batted at the golden bell. She grinned, despite herself, finding the action reminiscent of batting at things as a cub. Back when the most dangerous thing she faced was her mother's teasings; though she put those days happily behind her, now that she hunted dragons and dinosaurs for sport with her sisters.
[member=1284]jericho[/member]
[member=66]PINCHER[/member]
Reaching the wrecked train and gait to the Typhoon's territory, she craned her neck a bit to get a better look at the ruined scrap of metal; it reminded her of some shit a Sunhaven member showed her, calling it 'modern art.' Well, now she knew next time he bothered her with his silly sculptures, she'd just remind him that his art was indistinguishable from human trash. And who, in their right mind, considered human trash art? Sometimes she wondered if dealing with the airheaded artsy folks in Sunhaven was worth living in the beach town - though, of course it was, she simply liked to play devil's advocate with her choices.
Raising a forepaw - absolutely massive, almost the size of her entire face - the psuedo-melanistic woman batted at the golden bell. She grinned, despite herself, finding the action reminiscent of batting at things as a cub. Back when the most dangerous thing she faced was her mother's teasings; though she put those days happily behind her, now that she hunted dragons and dinosaurs for sport with her sisters.
[member=1284]jericho[/member]
[member=66]PINCHER[/member]
TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM