The Typhoon... definitely needs something calm and easy to busy themselves with. She knows things have been too scary rough, too tragic complicated recently, and flying kites sounds like something that's neither.
She sees the small blue and yellow kite in the sky and makes her cautious approach, limping on three limbs and wincing whenever she tries to put some weight on the injured fourth. It's nowhere near healing yet, but she figures she should at least try to walk as normally as she could. By the time she reaches the little group, her sides are already pushing forward, pulling back, panting as she tries to catch her desperate breath. Seeing the ball python next to her niece, though, definitely makes up for the struggle of getting there.
Vandal flicks her ear in greeting towards Lucifer and Caesar, passing by them to stand next to Eobshin. She can see the small snake trying to get a better view, and the mutated maned wolf quickly lowers her head. She's figured the python can't understand what's being said yet, and instead waves her talon lightly to catch Eobshin's attention, then quickly points to her own muzzle, asking if she would like to hitch a ride.
She sees the small blue and yellow kite in the sky and makes her cautious approach, limping on three limbs and wincing whenever she tries to put some weight on the injured fourth. It's nowhere near healing yet, but she figures she should at least try to walk as normally as she could. By the time she reaches the little group, her sides are already pushing forward, pulling back, panting as she tries to catch her desperate breath. Seeing the ball python next to her niece, though, definitely makes up for the struggle of getting there.
Vandal flicks her ear in greeting towards Lucifer and Caesar, passing by them to stand next to Eobshin. She can see the small snake trying to get a better view, and the mutated maned wolf quickly lowers her head. She's figured the python can't understand what's being said yet, and instead waves her talon lightly to catch Eobshin's attention, then quickly points to her own muzzle, asking if she would like to hitch a ride.
KISS MY ROTTEN HEAD AND PULL THE PLUG
MAXINE 'VANDAL' ROUX
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON