08-05-2018, 06:50 PM
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”I’m Snare.” His pale muzzle with turn up as he tried to hold himself proudly and mightily, all the couple pounds in his scrawny and skinny frame going into making himself look like the ideal Typhooner. ”We’re pirates and do pirate-y stuff. I wouldn’t know, I’m too little to do much. I wanna though.” Snare would blab out his personal thoughts to the newbie, unable to maturely hold his tongue. That was a bit of a quirk with him still, he would have to build a verbal filter for himself as he grew older to work on that.
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;"]Snare was far too childish to have any sense or understanding of Mingan’s past or emotion that was felt she looked at him. He barely had much understanding of anything outside his group or the ambition he felt in his chest when he saw his crewmates working their hardest. That and of course the annoyance at being so young that he couldn’t help in the same scale and the bitterness that would bubble up every now and again. But right he was doing something, introducing a new member to the group.”I’m Snare.” His pale muzzle with turn up as he tried to hold himself proudly and mightily, all the couple pounds in his scrawny and skinny frame going into making himself look like the ideal Typhooner. ”We’re pirates and do pirate-y stuff. I wouldn’t know, I’m too little to do much. I wanna though.” Snare would blab out his personal thoughts to the newbie, unable to maturely hold his tongue. That was a bit of a quirk with him still, he would have to build a verbal filter for himself as he grew older to work on that.