08-15-2018, 07:36 PM
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Upon hearing the other questions from Marigold, Snare would plant his hindquarters on the ground as he would attempt to be helpful. ”We call each other ‘crewmates’! Like pirates, y’see? That’s what we’re like.” The wolf pup would explain, prideful in himself for being ever so helpful. With his recent promotion, he felt incredibly important and wanted to act on his new position and live up to the importance he now saw he had.
(welcome!)
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;"]Ooh, a newcomer! The recently promoted Striker would march up with large pawsteps, the proud and important stance somewhat negated by the small and skinny frame of the wolf puppy. Snare would look at the newbie, taking in her bright pelt and form in general. He would give a small nod in an approving manner, a determined look in his pale eyes and a welcoming smile on his face. ”Welcome!” He would yip, his fuzzy tail going back and forth. ”I’m Snare, and I’m a Striker!”Upon hearing the other questions from Marigold, Snare would plant his hindquarters on the ground as he would attempt to be helpful. ”We call each other ‘crewmates’! Like pirates, y’see? That’s what we’re like.” The wolf pup would explain, prideful in himself for being ever so helpful. With his recent promotion, he felt incredibly important and wanted to act on his new position and live up to the importance he now saw he had.
(welcome!)