08-11-2018, 12:27 AM
[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]Clancy is next to arrive, movements stiff as he approaches the group. He didn't know how to integrate himself into the conversation, marveled at the fact that this was happening. Gathering together was not allowed in Dema, and they were careful about it in the Banditos. The sight of his new clanmates gathered together sends a daffodil yellow through his veins, a cautious joy that he's finally able to be with people. He listens to the sounds of their voices for a few moments, the mixture of colors soothing the seed of anxiety in his chest. The tabby comes to stand beside Divertimento, his compass sitting heavily in the forest green jacket he was wearing. Would that be what he offered up? It was really the only thing he had, other than his jacket, and he couldn't give that up.
His head whips to the side when he hears what Henri and Nui offer, scarlet red fear coloring his vision. Were they really going to gauge out his eyes? Was that molly really offering a frozen mouse heart? The tom starts to shuffle away from the two animals, heart beating fast in his chest. It was too much like the punishments in Dema, banditos with their eyes clawed out, tails cut off, toes and whole paws cut off. Did the rebellion send him to a place like Dema? Was he tricked? Clancy tries to calm his breathing, desperately glancing away from the two to see the others' reactions, finding familiar faces in the small crowd. They wouldn't actually let that happen, would they? This little tundra town seemed so peaceful, at least in the short time he had been there.
His breathing starts to mellow out, fear turning into a buzzing anxiety colored salmon pink. He tries to make himself look smaller, cuddling into the collar of his coat, paws shuffling into the snow. Even if he is worried about the conversation going on to his side, he should introduce himself too, right? He could offer his compass, too. It didn't have much purpose for him anymore.
His head whips to the side when he hears what Henri and Nui offer, scarlet red fear coloring his vision. Were they really going to gauge out his eyes? Was that molly really offering a frozen mouse heart? The tom starts to shuffle away from the two animals, heart beating fast in his chest. It was too much like the punishments in Dema, banditos with their eyes clawed out, tails cut off, toes and whole paws cut off. Did the rebellion send him to a place like Dema? Was he tricked? Clancy tries to calm his breathing, desperately glancing away from the two to see the others' reactions, finding familiar faces in the small crowd. They wouldn't actually let that happen, would they? This little tundra town seemed so peaceful, at least in the short time he had been there.
His breathing starts to mellow out, fear turning into a buzzing anxiety colored salmon pink. He tries to make himself look smaller, cuddling into the collar of his coat, paws shuffling into the snow. Even if he is worried about the conversation going on to his side, he should introduce himself too, right? He could offer his compass, too. It didn't have much purpose for him anymore.
- "Hello, everyone. I'm Clancy. I have a compass, if anyone would like it. I've been in Snowbound for, uh, a day."
[align=center][font=arial][b][i]— INACTIVE CHARACTERS.
[hearteyes, clancy.]
[hearteyes, clancy.]