08-03-2018, 04:38 PM
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”Um, what everybody else said that was important.” Snare would lumber up on his young legs, his head lifted up as he desperately attempted to look important and adult as the other adults here. And above the other young members, like he was a true Typhooner and not some measly little minnow that would be easily gobbled up by, well, anybody. As he stood with his crew would stand as tall and high as he could on his toes, stretching out his body to look older and stronger despite the fact that he still looked like a scruffy and fuzzy mess of brown and red fur with little eyes, little ears, and little everything.
snare mortem — male — wolf — typhoon — minnow — argus x npc
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]The more and more he explored, the more and more frustrated Snare became at the fact that he was still just a small minnow pup. He couldn’t do anything interesting like his clanmates got to do. That was it, he was going to try and sneak out at a point to find something fun and adulty to do. Right no though he supposed he could shove his nose into this formal business. This weird hybrid stranger definitely seemed interesting enough, then again somebody would certainly grab attention looking like that.”Um, what everybody else said that was important.” Snare would lumber up on his young legs, his head lifted up as he desperately attempted to look important and adult as the other adults here. And above the other young members, like he was a true Typhooner and not some measly little minnow that would be easily gobbled up by, well, anybody. As he stood with his crew would stand as tall and high as he could on his toes, stretching out his body to look older and stronger despite the fact that he still looked like a scruffy and fuzzy mess of brown and red fur with little eyes, little ears, and little everything.