08-17-2018, 07:25 PM
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The young Striker would trot towards the Captain, his head tilted slightly in curiosity as he approached. "That's pretty." Snare would say, looking at the origami creations as he blinked softly. "How do you do it?"
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;"]Snare was always looking for something to entertain and participate in, his energy boundless and seemingly never ending. The wolf pup had been stomping along the shoreline during one of his self imposed patrols looking for something to do or somebody else, making footprints in the grainy substance when he caught sight of Pincher up ahead. He paused in his big pawsteps, looking at him and his craftwork with a curious gleam in his eyes.The young Striker would trot towards the Captain, his head tilted slightly in curiosity as he approached. "That's pretty." Snare would say, looking at the origami creations as he blinked softly. "How do you do it?"