08-20-2018, 01:21 AM
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For someone who was rarely a fan of social interaction she quite enjoyed attending the meetings that her father held for the Typhoon. It was comforting to see her crewmates gathered — seeing the majority provided the young minnow with a sense of comfort and pride knowing she was apart of something so strong.
The Bengal would take her spot towards the front of her crewmates, viridescent optics focused on Pincher. She managed to only turn around and tell some other NPC kiddo to shut up once, which was a record for all the meetings she haf attended. Sylvina was all ears for her father’s words and most definitely wasn’t going to strain for the sake of some other kit yapping about their day.
The first thing she’s notice was the state that their Captain was in. The way he sauntered to his throne as well as the meekness in his voice; it all led to Sylvina wondering if he had caught some sort of cold. She’d make a mental note to inquire about it to her father later on. For now, she’d listen intently as he spoke of group matters before perking her rather large ears as he announced her name.
A Striker? That was ... amazing! With a rare smile playing at her lips, Sylvina couldn’t help but picture herself in the future, befoming a member of the Grim Rays and defending the island as best she could. Life was coming together quite well so far.
For someone who was rarely a fan of social interaction she quite enjoyed attending the meetings that her father held for the Typhoon. It was comforting to see her crewmates gathered — seeing the majority provided the young minnow with a sense of comfort and pride knowing she was apart of something so strong.
The Bengal would take her spot towards the front of her crewmates, viridescent optics focused on Pincher. She managed to only turn around and tell some other NPC kiddo to shut up once, which was a record for all the meetings she haf attended. Sylvina was all ears for her father’s words and most definitely wasn’t going to strain for the sake of some other kit yapping about their day.
The first thing she’s notice was the state that their Captain was in. The way he sauntered to his throne as well as the meekness in his voice; it all led to Sylvina wondering if he had caught some sort of cold. She’d make a mental note to inquire about it to her father later on. For now, she’d listen intently as he spoke of group matters before perking her rather large ears as he announced her name.
A Striker? That was ... amazing! With a rare smile playing at her lips, Sylvina couldn’t help but picture herself in the future, befoming a member of the Grim Rays and defending the island as best she could. Life was coming together quite well so far.
YOU SINK YOUR TEETH INTO THE PEOPLE YOU DEPEND ON;
INFECTING EVERYONE, YOU'RE QUITE THE PROBLEM !
sylvina roux-cipher — the typhoon — minnow — bengal cat — information