08-21-2018, 05:54 PM
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The wolf pup would trot towards the shady Roseblood border with a basket’s handles held in his jaws. It packed to the brim with food, herbs, and other small trinkets from the beach like washed up seashells and shiny objects. Snare would plop his hindquarters down at the edge between loner land and group life, his pale eyes scanning the dark and murky scenery before him. These were their allies? Spooky. He couldn’t a tiny hill up his spine at the sight and strange and kinda gross smells in the air.
He would place his basket on the soft ground and stretch his muzzle out. ”Heeeellooooooo?” The young Privateer would echo into the woods, his ears were up and his optics big and round as he awaited to be addressed. He hoped they would be happy with the gifts he had brought.
snare mortem — male — wolf — typhoon — privateer — argus x npc
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]His first big job as a Privateer, how exciting! Well, the atmosphere of where he was sent as rather gloomy, but even that couldn’t dampen Snare’s constant good mood.The wolf pup would trot towards the shady Roseblood border with a basket’s handles held in his jaws. It packed to the brim with food, herbs, and other small trinkets from the beach like washed up seashells and shiny objects. Snare would plop his hindquarters down at the edge between loner land and group life, his pale eyes scanning the dark and murky scenery before him. These were their allies? Spooky. He couldn’t a tiny hill up his spine at the sight and strange and kinda gross smells in the air.
He would place his basket on the soft ground and stretch his muzzle out. ”Heeeellooooooo?” The young Privateer would echo into the woods, his ears were up and his optics big and round as he awaited to be addressed. He hoped they would be happy with the gifts he had brought.