08-07-2018, 06:27 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -8px; padding-right: 8px; font-family: timesnewroman;"][size=8pt]Sylvina had never been a night owl. Nor an early riser. On the contrary, her preference for viable time was always fluctuating between the two common timeframes. Sleep was a necessity that the young feline would always abide to — she’d seen how the lack of it could cause some of her crewmates to go mad — yet she wasn’t exactly a fan of resting. It was boring trying to fall asleep when her mind was in such an awakened state with thousands of thoughts racing throughout her head. Nevertheless, she was aware of how sleep was essential for a growing body such as herself, yet the minnow couldn’t help but view it as a waste of time.
Falling asleep was always a challenge. Waking up, however, was a different story. Sylvina would always spring to her paws the moment a flash from the sun danced across her eyelids. It took no coaxing for her to stir to life; perhaps it was because of the energetic youth her age provided mixed in with her desire to just be on the move. Sylvina was often awake before the majority of her crewmates. She didn’t mind, the oppurtunity presented the kitten with serenity and a quiet atmosphere for an hour or so.
The Bengal would extend her lanky form into a morning stretch at the same time her jowls parted in a hefty yawn. After her completion, olive eyes would scan the camp’s surroundings for any sign of life. She’d notice a flash of crimson in the side of her vision moving vertically — it appeared that someone else was awake and already starting the day off with a climb. Without anything on the immediate agenda, she’d watch for minute as the other domestic continued his feat.
The urgency that others might feel towards the sight of a fellow crewmate falling to their demise was absent within Sylvina’s mind. Upon seeing Kirishima ultimately loose his grip, the vacant emotions were replaced by that of curiosity. The inclination to inquiry before alarm resignated within her mind quit often and had become somewhat common for the kitten. An example of such being when she had crept closer to foreign Utahraptors instead of thinking about the very plausible dangers.
It would appear that panic wasn’t needed anyhow. Sylvina would watch intently was the earth around the tree rose to catch Kirishima in mid-air, allowing the male to reach the ground safely. That most definitely wasn’t something she’d seen every day. The minnow would trot forward, her eyes glancing around the floor beneath the pair as she grew closer. ”I liked that,” She’d simply say, tail twitching with the utmost curiosity her stoic facade could express. ”How’d you do it?”
Falling asleep was always a challenge. Waking up, however, was a different story. Sylvina would always spring to her paws the moment a flash from the sun danced across her eyelids. It took no coaxing for her to stir to life; perhaps it was because of the energetic youth her age provided mixed in with her desire to just be on the move. Sylvina was often awake before the majority of her crewmates. She didn’t mind, the oppurtunity presented the kitten with serenity and a quiet atmosphere for an hour or so.
The Bengal would extend her lanky form into a morning stretch at the same time her jowls parted in a hefty yawn. After her completion, olive eyes would scan the camp’s surroundings for any sign of life. She’d notice a flash of crimson in the side of her vision moving vertically — it appeared that someone else was awake and already starting the day off with a climb. Without anything on the immediate agenda, she’d watch for minute as the other domestic continued his feat.
The urgency that others might feel towards the sight of a fellow crewmate falling to their demise was absent within Sylvina’s mind. Upon seeing Kirishima ultimately loose his grip, the vacant emotions were replaced by that of curiosity. The inclination to inquiry before alarm resignated within her mind quit often and had become somewhat common for the kitten. An example of such being when she had crept closer to foreign Utahraptors instead of thinking about the very plausible dangers.
It would appear that panic wasn’t needed anyhow. Sylvina would watch intently was the earth around the tree rose to catch Kirishima in mid-air, allowing the male to reach the ground safely. That most definitely wasn’t something she’d seen every day. The minnow would trot forward, her eyes glancing around the floor beneath the pair as she grew closer. ”I liked that,” She’d simply say, tail twitching with the utmost curiosity her stoic facade could express. ”How’d you do it?”
YOU SINK YOUR TEETH INTO THE PEOPLE YOU DEPEND ON;
INFECTING EVERYONE, YOU'RE QUITE THE PROBLEM !
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