08-05-2018, 12:33 AM
↠↠la'miyla was absolutely fuming. the ivory tigress was just about fed up with the complete bullshit that was allowed around here. what was tolerated, such immaturity and disgusting behavior set by the ones they are supposed to respect. la'miyla had just about none for every single superior here. she only saw and knew about three of them anyway. still, it absolutely made her blood boil seeing the disorderly business about the 'wood. the caralho's would never consider this acceptable. they would never allow their inferiors to be comfortable with the behavior some of them set around here.
"BECK." the scarred tigress calls out in the middle of the junkyard, tail lashing back and forth irritably. she doesn't care if the ghost heard her or not, she knows he will eventually spawn with the others. she caught enough attention with her stomping in.
"i am demanding your attention, now. i ask for their to be a fair diplomatic vote between everyone on certain matters. matters that concern our safety. our future of this place. your negligence has gone long enough." miyla takes a pause, climbing atop a old rusted tractor, overgrown with tangled ivory. "i believe malphas is unfit to be our healer. he is careless of our needs. he sabotages opportunities that are too good for us to pass up. he will cause us nothing but trouble if you do not keep him in line, and i demand that we have a say in whether or not us as a majority even trust him to take care of us. i will not accept someone so immature, so reckless to be in charge of our future healers. their is nothing but trouble in that boy, and you must see that now."
she rests upon her rear, claws tapping impatiently as she awaits for the poltergeist to appear.
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"BECK." the scarred tigress calls out in the middle of the junkyard, tail lashing back and forth irritably. she doesn't care if the ghost heard her or not, she knows he will eventually spawn with the others. she caught enough attention with her stomping in.
"i am demanding your attention, now. i ask for their to be a fair diplomatic vote between everyone on certain matters. matters that concern our safety. our future of this place. your negligence has gone long enough." miyla takes a pause, climbing atop a old rusted tractor, overgrown with tangled ivory. "i believe malphas is unfit to be our healer. he is careless of our needs. he sabotages opportunities that are too good for us to pass up. he will cause us nothing but trouble if you do not keep him in line, and i demand that we have a say in whether or not us as a majority even trust him to take care of us. i will not accept someone so immature, so reckless to be in charge of our future healers. their is nothing but trouble in that boy, and you must see that now."
she rests upon her rear, claws tapping impatiently as she awaits for the poltergeist to appear.
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