08-15-2018, 07:24 PM
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Snare’s head would twist over to the other crewmate, his tail thumping happily on the sand. Aita was clearly in a better mood than Caesar, so the puppy would focus on them. ”Uh-huh!” He would answer, rolling from his back onto his belly, sand caking his back and the top of his head. ”Striker! Isn’t that cool?” His childlike innocence and excitement came out in full force right now, energy coursing through his body as he babbled on to anybody who would be willing to listen.
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;"]The wolfling would lean his fuzzy head in the direction of Caesar, moon-like eyes settling on the Officer. Usually Snare found his attitude and snappiness rather intimidating or at the very least unattractive. Being young as he was, he hadn’t yet developed many negative traits in his personality because he hadn’t experienced enough in life yet to develop them. He saw the bright side of things, and wouldn’t let much take him down. While before he would try and stand his ground and snap back, the newly-promoted Striker was in too good of a mood to try and start things. ”Nope.” Snare would yip, a big and innocent grin in his face from his upside down position on the sand.Snare’s head would twist over to the other crewmate, his tail thumping happily on the sand. Aita was clearly in a better mood than Caesar, so the puppy would focus on them. ”Uh-huh!” He would answer, rolling from his back onto his belly, sand caking his back and the top of his head. ”Striker! Isn’t that cool?” His childlike innocence and excitement came out in full force right now, energy coursing through his body as he babbled on to anybody who would be willing to listen.