08-05-2018, 04:27 PM
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In his short life, Snare was already proud of being a pirate-y animal in his group full of them. Of course he didn’t really know about many of the other groups, only that his was his and was clearly the best. He wanted to be strong and powerful and serve his fellow crewmates to the fullest of his strength, and what frustrated the puppy was that he couldn’t. He was small still, a tiny minnow without much power or influence in his group. And oh he wanted to be important like the others in his pirate crew, but that was hard to do when he was still a fuzzy puppy who was barely even as big or tall as his crewmates.
So for now he tried to do simple things. Show up for joiners and hang around in the background, learning all that he could about what it took to be a good Typhooner, and letting thoughts stew in his head about how he could properly perform those duties to expectation and better. Snare, while mildly angry with the fact that he felt so useless to his clan, dealt with what he could do and figured that he could prove himself soon enough. But for now he would try to do what he could.
”Um, yeah! What he said.” Snare would say as he loped up to the scene to stand beside Desperado, looking at the stranger wolf with his pale eyes trying to look serious and professional. His fuzzy chest would puff, looking at her like he was an important member of the group, putting up the façade and image of being a mighty member when it reality he was still what many would consider a baby. A little fuzzball without much of, well, anything to back up his claims of importance.
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;"]Typhoon above all.In his short life, Snare was already proud of being a pirate-y animal in his group full of them. Of course he didn’t really know about many of the other groups, only that his was his and was clearly the best. He wanted to be strong and powerful and serve his fellow crewmates to the fullest of his strength, and what frustrated the puppy was that he couldn’t. He was small still, a tiny minnow without much power or influence in his group. And oh he wanted to be important like the others in his pirate crew, but that was hard to do when he was still a fuzzy puppy who was barely even as big or tall as his crewmates.
So for now he tried to do simple things. Show up for joiners and hang around in the background, learning all that he could about what it took to be a good Typhooner, and letting thoughts stew in his head about how he could properly perform those duties to expectation and better. Snare, while mildly angry with the fact that he felt so useless to his clan, dealt with what he could do and figured that he could prove himself soon enough. But for now he would try to do what he could.
”Um, yeah! What he said.” Snare would say as he loped up to the scene to stand beside Desperado, looking at the stranger wolf with his pale eyes trying to look serious and professional. His fuzzy chest would puff, looking at her like he was an important member of the group, putting up the façade and image of being a mighty member when it reality he was still what many would consider a baby. A little fuzzball without much of, well, anything to back up his claims of importance.