08-18-2018, 07:12 PM
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His pale eyes shone with sympathy, his poor innocent wanting to help out this kitten no matter what group they were from. "What does your sister look like?" Snare's tail would gently, trying to appear helpful and approachable in a sea of his crewmates. He liked helping, and certainly wanted to help the youth out when his young heart ached with compassion and empathy.
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 would be the next Typhooner to approach the scene, hearing distress from a young voice, a sympathetic pang hitting his heart. The young Striker would bound towards Diya and gently crouch down to not appear so intimidating even though he wasn't that to begin with.His pale eyes shone with sympathy, his poor innocent wanting to help out this kitten no matter what group they were from. "What does your sister look like?" Snare's tail would gently, trying to appear helpful and approachable in a sea of his crewmates. He liked helping, and certainly wanted to help the youth out when his young heart ached with compassion and empathy.