08-14-2018, 04:07 PM
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He supposed that that he was climbing up a rank, he should try and live like one of the more important crewmates. He had heard that Strikers could make their dens in the large lifeguard towers on the shore, and that sounded like an absolutely swell idea to Snare. He didn’t have that many possessions he would need to transfer over to his new quarters; only the golden jewel encrusted necklace he had found in the sand a while back, that heh ad kept close but never really wore. Maybe he would have to make a habit out of that.
Snare was trotting across the beach with the piece of jewelry held gently in his teeth, pale eyes catching sight of the little structures dotted across the beach. There was certainly a nice selection to choose from, and plenty more for others who shared his position. Ooh, he had neighbors now, how thrilling! A smile formed at the corners of the wolf pups mouth as he paced about the shoreline looking a suitable place to settle.
Soon enough he decided on a little quaint structure, painted a pale white color and smoothed down with a little metal ramp leading into the small building. Snare would step up and inside of his new digs, paws making soft padding sounds on the colored wood as he looked around to give the place a once over. Small in size, but cozy, and just the right size for a young animal like himself. He would have to do some redecorating soon enough to really make this place seem like home. The chocolate pelted pup would set his necklace down in a corner for now, sweeping aside dust with a flick of his front paws before he stepped back and took it all in.
He felt excited jitters run through his fuzzy skinny body. He still couldn’t quite believe it, him on the way to a higher position in his beloved group. Snare’s form would wiggle happily as he jumped around to exit his new den, sliding down the ramp that led inside with an audible squeak before he leaped out onto the sand. Snare would flop down, rolling onto his back and hyperly wriggling about in the sand that coated his dark pelt with tawny grains. Despite his own perceived importance, he was still a young pup with the mentality and energy of a child, so he was still highly prone to goofiness like right now, even as he basked in his own personal thoughts and dreams of grander things to come for him in the future.
snare mortem — male — wolf — typhoon — striker — argus x npc
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]Striker! He was a Striker! Who cared if it was only a semi high position and probably not worth the celebration, it was still a stepping stone towards bigger things. And it still felt amazing for the small wolf pup to get the recognition he believed he deserved and earned. He was an ambitious young thing after all, so he was glad of the acknowledgment of his potential.He supposed that that he was climbing up a rank, he should try and live like one of the more important crewmates. He had heard that Strikers could make their dens in the large lifeguard towers on the shore, and that sounded like an absolutely swell idea to Snare. He didn’t have that many possessions he would need to transfer over to his new quarters; only the golden jewel encrusted necklace he had found in the sand a while back, that heh ad kept close but never really wore. Maybe he would have to make a habit out of that.
Snare was trotting across the beach with the piece of jewelry held gently in his teeth, pale eyes catching sight of the little structures dotted across the beach. There was certainly a nice selection to choose from, and plenty more for others who shared his position. Ooh, he had neighbors now, how thrilling! A smile formed at the corners of the wolf pups mouth as he paced about the shoreline looking a suitable place to settle.
Soon enough he decided on a little quaint structure, painted a pale white color and smoothed down with a little metal ramp leading into the small building. Snare would step up and inside of his new digs, paws making soft padding sounds on the colored wood as he looked around to give the place a once over. Small in size, but cozy, and just the right size for a young animal like himself. He would have to do some redecorating soon enough to really make this place seem like home. The chocolate pelted pup would set his necklace down in a corner for now, sweeping aside dust with a flick of his front paws before he stepped back and took it all in.
He felt excited jitters run through his fuzzy skinny body. He still couldn’t quite believe it, him on the way to a higher position in his beloved group. Snare’s form would wiggle happily as he jumped around to exit his new den, sliding down the ramp that led inside with an audible squeak before he leaped out onto the sand. Snare would flop down, rolling onto his back and hyperly wriggling about in the sand that coated his dark pelt with tawny grains. Despite his own perceived importance, he was still a young pup with the mentality and energy of a child, so he was still highly prone to goofiness like right now, even as he basked in his own personal thoughts and dreams of grander things to come for him in the future.