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KIIRA
TANGLEWOOD
ROOKIE
TANGLEWOOD
ROOKIE
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Kiira knew little of deities of any kind. The thought of immortals with those specific rules did bother her sometimes, tugging inconsistently at her mind, as if she'd forgotten something important about that exact topic. In those moments, the child often stared up at the star-filled sky, her mitch-matched hues locked on the moon. One moon. Something always felt wrong. Once, only once, she'd been so certain she'd seen three one night, she'd nearly went crazy with confusion. Three was two too many. Right? Yet something felt right.
All of that aside, the petite arctic fox knew there were deities in many religions around the world. Many similar in nature or duty. It made sense, yet she worshipped nor leaned toward any save one. A memory she'd only toyed with in her mind palace, of a hieroglyph. A jackal. Something about death. Kiira does not recall spotting a hieroglyph like that anywhere in the real world, but the image stuck in her mind.
As such, Kiira most certainly would jump on the idea of the canid creature she spotted being the real thing, should he say so. While she worshipped none, that did not mean they did not exist. Stories came from somewhere afterall. At least, that's what the rookie believes.
Either way, the matter of engaging the stranger had to be met. Very hesitantly, the alabaster and white canine crept forward, ignoring the fact that her tail and right ear had decided this the moment to ghost away for a few seconds. Quietly, Kiira cleared her throat when she accidentally teleported only a few pawsteps in front of the other. Crap.
"S-sorry," she stammered softly, shifting her paws over each other. "N-name an-and business w-with Tan-Tanglewood please." He did not seem very threatening. Maybe close to her in age - physically at least. Kiira truly had no idea how old she was, and there was something old in this one's eyes. "I-I'm Kiira," she decided to offer hastily in afterthought. Only polite, really.
[/td][/tr][/table]All of that aside, the petite arctic fox knew there were deities in many religions around the world. Many similar in nature or duty. It made sense, yet she worshipped nor leaned toward any save one. A memory she'd only toyed with in her mind palace, of a hieroglyph. A jackal. Something about death. Kiira does not recall spotting a hieroglyph like that anywhere in the real world, but the image stuck in her mind.
As such, Kiira most certainly would jump on the idea of the canid creature she spotted being the real thing, should he say so. While she worshipped none, that did not mean they did not exist. Stories came from somewhere afterall. At least, that's what the rookie believes.
Either way, the matter of engaging the stranger had to be met. Very hesitantly, the alabaster and white canine crept forward, ignoring the fact that her tail and right ear had decided this the moment to ghost away for a few seconds. Quietly, Kiira cleared her throat when she accidentally teleported only a few pawsteps in front of the other. Crap.
"S-sorry," she stammered softly, shifting her paws over each other. "N-name an-and business w-with Tan-Tanglewood please." He did not seem very threatening. Maybe close to her in age - physically at least. Kiira truly had no idea how old she was, and there was something old in this one's eyes. "I-I'm Kiira," she decided to offer hastily in afterthought. Only polite, really.
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