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politics was such a mundane topic. it was so dry - dry conversations with dry people talking over dry matters, it left a fuzzy feeling in the sunhavener's mouth that venus hated. and while the kitsune supposed that the cordial activities of a leader were a necessity to civil and organised life that separated the civilised from the feral, it wasn't something that venus ever wanted to dabble in. which was peculiar; here they were, attending a political meeting as a fresh face in the higher up's ranks. admittedly though despite their seemingly eager expressions, venus had ulterior motives for their presence.
crossing typhoon's famed "bridge to the world", sapphire gaze darted relentlessly among the scenery, analysing every nook and cranny for something to pique the kitsune's interest in the typhoon. something wild. albeit venus was their number one fan, the teen was slightly uninformed about the fates of the raptors. and their little disappearance. honestly though venus couldn't be any more uninterested in the political dramas that those beauties had caused between the two groups - they were amazing specimens. a proof in the concept of taming! well, to an extent anyways. ferals, the ones who had prior to this discovery been something of a vague mystery to the world and encapsulated in an enigma. something strengthened by the fact that ferals were notoriously hard to co-inhabit with. venus would literally kill to get their envious paws on one of the raptors. talk to them, understand them, study them - venus could feel the flush of excitement rush through their veins at the mere thought, bringing heat to their face.
excited, jittery legs wobbled their way up behind the figure of esma as the sunhavener stopped in conjunction with the arrival of typhoon's leader. as the brooding jaguar arrived venus' hungry eyes only looked past his hulking form, hungry for something only existing in their dreams until this day where venus could come to meet their idols. surely the adorable scampers would be running around the territory. oh what kinds of social behaviours they would exhibit? would they be inclined to investigate the sunhaveners? could they discern their scent? remember it from the pitifully depressing mangled corpse of persephone? avidly venus' eyes glimmered and their cheeks flushed with the thoughts of numerous questions they sought to answer today. "are the raptors not out to play today?" the kitsune huffed in clear bitter disappointment with the predicament. the query aimed at really anyone with the know-how to venus' pained yearnings, but so far the only typhoon member to arrive was the leader himself. crestfallen crystalline eyes slowly dragged back to the sight of pincher and marina, the kitsune finding offence in how tall the roux head was."shame, i wanted to see their cute faces in person."