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IN THE SUMMER SILENCE,
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT
The tigress walks into the meeting, her ears twitching - she is still annoyed by the alliance talks, especially concerning the Snowbounders. Save for one frilly woman, the rest of them seemed to have snow for brains. But, she put it out of her mind; she doubted they were good enough to form an alliance with, and so it bothered her very little to see their nasty personality traits come out after she simply asked them about their recent political decisions. Yet, as much as she tells herself that she'll stop thinking about it, she can't seem to stop chewing on the problem - like gum that went bland.
Hearing her promotion, the large feline nods mutely; despite her recent outbursts and insubordination, she isn't surprised. As most likely the most reckless member - with plenty of powers and battle experience to fall back on - she thinks she doesn't think she's overstepped her bounds too much. Especially if the leader is happy enough to reward her with a rank.
At the kid's question, though, she raises a brow as he tells his odd little story. Her lips pull back into a slight smile as she regards him, thinking that the little guy might have more spunk in him than most of the artists in this place. "You're into taxidermy kid? Well, my sisters and I are pretty good making fur blankets and teeth jewelry - I believe I might have some of the chemicals you're looking for," she tells him, her grin stretching wider. He makes for an interesting specimen, a wildcat playing with knots while he talked about preserving dead things; he reminds her of the rest of the Caralho Clan, and that's worth something to her.
Hearing her promotion, the large feline nods mutely; despite her recent outbursts and insubordination, she isn't surprised. As most likely the most reckless member - with plenty of powers and battle experience to fall back on - she thinks she doesn't think she's overstepped her bounds too much. Especially if the leader is happy enough to reward her with a rank.
At the kid's question, though, she raises a brow as he tells his odd little story. Her lips pull back into a slight smile as she regards him, thinking that the little guy might have more spunk in him than most of the artists in this place. "You're into taxidermy kid? Well, my sisters and I are pretty good making fur blankets and teeth jewelry - I believe I might have some of the chemicals you're looking for," she tells him, her grin stretching wider. He makes for an interesting specimen, a wildcat playing with knots while he talked about preserving dead things; he reminds her of the rest of the Caralho Clan, and that's worth something to her.
TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM