10-04-2018, 02:48 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]The weak will to take ones own destiny never helps anyone in the end and sometimes forcing the desired outcome had to happen. The immortal had her own life in control. Where she would go and when she would go to moment she left like going. Nobody can tell or make her do otherwise. Even if they did, the sense of adventure flows through her veins and makes the littlest of things thrilling in a way.
As of late, the newest member of Sunhaven was starting her usual rounds of mapping the territory out and observing those she's coming to call companions. Excitement was a constant spark to ignite the immortal's bones to discover something new with each day and had her focus on the boundaries of the location today. Pointed ears swiveling in one direction as sharp hazel eyes pick up the aura of someone not too far from her, and near the border without moving past it, giving some indication that someone wants something.
And want something indeed as DXCIII draws closer to pick up the words of desiring to come apart of the clan. Head sweeps from side to side in search of others nearby and when no one else appears to be close, the mocha hued savannah approaches the uniquely hued serval. Muscles relax to show a calm posture, noting the nervous energy and stance the newcomer is displaying.
"'ey. We'd love it if ya join. 'm DXCIII, fresh outta the fresh– well, aside from ya." Deep, raspy words filter out of the feline's mouth with a gentle smile across umber lips. "What's ya name, melitse?"
As of late, the newest member of Sunhaven was starting her usual rounds of mapping the territory out and observing those she's coming to call companions. Excitement was a constant spark to ignite the immortal's bones to discover something new with each day and had her focus on the boundaries of the location today. Pointed ears swiveling in one direction as sharp hazel eyes pick up the aura of someone not too far from her, and near the border without moving past it, giving some indication that someone wants something.
And want something indeed as DXCIII draws closer to pick up the words of desiring to come apart of the clan. Head sweeps from side to side in search of others nearby and when no one else appears to be close, the mocha hued savannah approaches the uniquely hued serval. Muscles relax to show a calm posture, noting the nervous energy and stance the newcomer is displaying.
"'ey. We'd love it if ya join. 'm DXCIII, fresh outta the fresh– well, aside from ya." Deep, raspy words filter out of the feline's mouth with a gentle smile across umber lips. "What's ya name, melitse?"
◜❛ ✭ ❜◞ -— BUT IT'S THE LAST TIME I BLOODIED MY HANDS
i'm living in vain, i never promised you a damn thing