09-20-2018, 03:30 PM
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[/td][/tr][/table]Mining? In Alexander's two hundred years, they had never considered that as an activity they would want to do. The vampire preferred easier, more luxurious things over dirty work. Maybe it was their subconscious effort to avoid vampiric stereotypes, like living in caves and sleeping upside down, or in a coffin. They had tried it once, with Rialto, but the blood that laid still in their veins had rushed to their head and made them dizzy.
They weren't too sure about exploring underground with a bunch of pirates, either - even now that they were technically one of them. But the afternoom sun was starting to burn through their fur, and going into a cave to find some cool rocks was starting to sound more fun.
Alexander approaches the griffin with a fanged smile, tail flicking in greeting. "A hard hat will ruin my hair anyways, so I suppose you're lucky I don't want one." The wolf says, settling down in the shade close by. "I'm Alexander, by the way. I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you." Their voice sounds slightly condescending, but it was nothing unusual. The mischievous grin they hold gives the impression that they're just messing around.
They weren't too sure about exploring underground with a bunch of pirates, either - even now that they were technically one of them. But the afternoom sun was starting to burn through their fur, and going into a cave to find some cool rocks was starting to sound more fun.
Alexander approaches the griffin with a fanged smile, tail flicking in greeting. "A hard hat will ruin my hair anyways, so I suppose you're lucky I don't want one." The wolf says, settling down in the shade close by. "I'm Alexander, by the way. I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you." Their voice sounds slightly condescending, but it was nothing unusual. The mischievous grin they hold gives the impression that they're just messing around.
LOVIN' WHAT I'M TASTIN',
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!