08-18-2018, 07:22 PM
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Clearing his throat, Snare would lift his chin and look at Freyr and Aineias with his attempt at a serious expression, as serious as a small fuzzy wolf pup could be. ”Are you here with business with the Typhoon?” The young one would say, hoping that he was doing this right. He was on his way to bigger and better things, and needed to prove himself to his clan the best he could.
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;"]Oh, not just one stranger but two. He hadn’t exactly seen that yet, just one at a time. But these two looked like promising joiners, even if they looked quite a tad intimidating to the young Striker. The chocolate colored wolf pup would lope foreword, looking up at the pair with large moon-like eyes. He was the first Typhooner to show up to greet the newcomers, if his memory served him well this was a first for him.Clearing his throat, Snare would lift his chin and look at Freyr and Aineias with his attempt at a serious expression, as serious as a small fuzzy wolf pup could be. ”Are you here with business with the Typhoon?” The young one would say, hoping that he was doing this right. He was on his way to bigger and better things, and needed to prove himself to his clan the best he could.