07-31-2018, 03:53 PM
CLEO ROUX-CIPHER
[color=#445544]"Can I watch?"
Cleo's inquiry was quiet, sweet yet laced with an underlying edge of something more. Something darker. She'd look between Rinto and Junior silently, unfamiliar with the both of them but intrigued to see their spar. She had always wanted to be a fighter, craved the feeling of flesh under her paws and blood in her mouth. Eshe told her that she would make a remarkably skilled warrior one day, feeding the fascination she had with war, and of course, the young bengal believed her. Eshe could tell her that the sky was falling and she'd agree, knowing nothing else save what the snake whispered in her waiting ear or in the back of her mind.
The child would take a seat, her expression crafted carefully, a smile tugging upon her lips. Faintly, Cleo wondered who would be the lucky winner of this little brawl. Her mind immediately suggested Junior but she was smart enough to know that making judgments based on the appearance of others was somewhat wrong. Rinto looked like he possessed no interest in sparring and that was what made him a bit of a wildcard. Cleo couldn't wait to see what he could do. Sitting back, she'd flick a tail dismissively, tiny (yet sharp) claws sinking into the ground below.
Cleo's inquiry was quiet, sweet yet laced with an underlying edge of something more. Something darker. She'd look between Rinto and Junior silently, unfamiliar with the both of them but intrigued to see their spar. She had always wanted to be a fighter, craved the feeling of flesh under her paws and blood in her mouth. Eshe told her that she would make a remarkably skilled warrior one day, feeding the fascination she had with war, and of course, the young bengal believed her. Eshe could tell her that the sky was falling and she'd agree, knowing nothing else save what the snake whispered in her waiting ear or in the back of her mind.
The child would take a seat, her expression crafted carefully, a smile tugging upon her lips. Faintly, Cleo wondered who would be the lucky winner of this little brawl. Her mind immediately suggested Junior but she was smart enough to know that making judgments based on the appearance of others was somewhat wrong. Rinto looked like he possessed no interest in sparring and that was what made him a bit of a wildcard. Cleo couldn't wait to see what he could do. Sitting back, she'd flick a tail dismissively, tiny (yet sharp) claws sinking into the ground below.
© MADI
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BORN FROM DARK WATER
[color=#445544]DAUGHTER OF THE RAIN AND SNOW
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