10-04-2018, 02:29 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Optimism keeps spirits high as to not dwell on the crushing reality of life itself; well, for those willing to life low spirits, that is. Whiskers quiver as the distant aura of others draw near after the call, the first two showing one larger and the other quite small, making sense when they come into view. A potentially rabid canine with a pigeon in company. Quite the pair to witness and mulls it over as the bird begins to speak. An inquiry of her stay followed up by a "neat" in the process and allows a small smile spread across umber lips. Head cocks to the side at the next question addressing the means of which she arrived by.
"No, I just was just luggin' a giant pile of wood 'round for fun." Hazel eyes glimmer in amusement. "Yea, I came by boat. Her name's Queen Isabella."
A paw strokes the side of the pale boat in a tender fashion, ears swiveling in Jaws' direction as he spews more words. "Yea. Took a couple of tries, though. Fourth time's the charm, in this case." DXCIII's gaze slides back to the pigeon with a short huff. "Anyone is capable of anythin', nilmo. Don't underestimate ya self or others." A dangerous way of thinking. Then comes the introduction at last and nods in acknowledgement on the part of not looking the Great Dane in the eyes. A warning to heed. "Pleasure. Jaws." Eyes are quick to cast down and nod to the dog. "Cuddles." Faint is the hum at the mention of being a tourist and unable to officially welcome her in. That's fine– better to have someone come and say hello then avoid her all together.
As luck would have it, another arrives to the scene with a warm greeting and puts all focus on the new face. Umber lips twitch and curl into a bright smile at the compliment with a brief, soft rumble in the chest. Someone with spark was always a nice experience. Paws shift to bring the mocha hued savannah closer to the trio, an occasional glance toward Queen Isabella, and pauses after she deems to be close enough.
"Quite the welcomer, aren't ya? Ya not bad ya self– a handsome young man." A light chuckle bubbles in the throat. "Thank you, Pierce. For allowing me to stay and the welcome. I love to explore and learn on the way. I'll let ya know if I need somethin', melda."
Nostrils flare at the distant scent of alcohol and another the size of Cuddles, yet much bigger, to join the small gang. The air of confidence with movements slow yet casual gave some indication of what the immortal guessed her to be.
"Yea, a lot where I came from. Spent part time in the water and part time on land. Both are equally nice, in my opinion." A light shrug. Pupils narrow ever so slightly in thought as her head turns to look at her satchel. Then the twin tailed canine launches into acceptance of DXCIII's stay with her own name, and a couple others, with the cherry on top of the name of the place.
"A delight and pleasure, Marina. I hope to do some good in Sunhaven."
A paw rummages through the dusty brown satchel to pull out some ginger and presenting it to the other. "Will help some and a nap too."
"No, I just was just luggin' a giant pile of wood 'round for fun." Hazel eyes glimmer in amusement. "Yea, I came by boat. Her name's Queen Isabella."
A paw strokes the side of the pale boat in a tender fashion, ears swiveling in Jaws' direction as he spews more words. "Yea. Took a couple of tries, though. Fourth time's the charm, in this case." DXCIII's gaze slides back to the pigeon with a short huff. "Anyone is capable of anythin', nilmo. Don't underestimate ya self or others." A dangerous way of thinking. Then comes the introduction at last and nods in acknowledgement on the part of not looking the Great Dane in the eyes. A warning to heed. "Pleasure. Jaws." Eyes are quick to cast down and nod to the dog. "Cuddles." Faint is the hum at the mention of being a tourist and unable to officially welcome her in. That's fine– better to have someone come and say hello then avoid her all together.
As luck would have it, another arrives to the scene with a warm greeting and puts all focus on the new face. Umber lips twitch and curl into a bright smile at the compliment with a brief, soft rumble in the chest. Someone with spark was always a nice experience. Paws shift to bring the mocha hued savannah closer to the trio, an occasional glance toward Queen Isabella, and pauses after she deems to be close enough.
"Quite the welcomer, aren't ya? Ya not bad ya self– a handsome young man." A light chuckle bubbles in the throat. "Thank you, Pierce. For allowing me to stay and the welcome. I love to explore and learn on the way. I'll let ya know if I need somethin', melda."
Nostrils flare at the distant scent of alcohol and another the size of Cuddles, yet much bigger, to join the small gang. The air of confidence with movements slow yet casual gave some indication of what the immortal guessed her to be.
"Yea, a lot where I came from. Spent part time in the water and part time on land. Both are equally nice, in my opinion." A light shrug. Pupils narrow ever so slightly in thought as her head turns to look at her satchel. Then the twin tailed canine launches into acceptance of DXCIII's stay with her own name, and a couple others, with the cherry on top of the name of the place.
"A delight and pleasure, Marina. I hope to do some good in Sunhaven."
A paw rummages through the dusty brown satchel to pull out some ginger and presenting it to the other. "Will help some and a nap too."
◜❛ ✭ ❜◞ -— BUT IT'S THE LAST TIME I BLOODIED MY HANDS
i'm living in vain, i never promised you a damn thing