11-02-2018, 11:32 PM
CONFETTI & CONFESSIONS
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The ghostly serval was hanging on the outskirts of a small gathering of trainees within the main base. He was trying to blend in, to look like he was doing something normal and as he should. In reality, he was really bored. None of these other teens were interested in him. At all. Perhaps it was the ugly bandaged wound in his chest or that fact he seemed to know too much about everything for his mere physical age.
When his somewhat paranoid enhanced senses caught the sound of knocking far off, he straightened and stepped away, now heading toward the noise. It must be the front door, he thought mildly, maybe…a visitor? Whatever, he was going to check it out.
Once at the front interior of the base, the tiny servaline swung the door open with his heavy metal paws (with a little headbutt from his hardhead). He’d caught the voice of Serphiroth so he noted the pale lion was here as well. The words ‘welcome back’ had been said so this was a returner after all. With the door open, Frightfur Seraphim stared upward at the dire wolf with a few blinks of his doe-eyed green eyes which usually held a sense of ferocity but not now.
”Howdy there, sir. Welcome back to the Rosebloods,” the child-like beastie said as he conjured a piece of candy to pop into his mouth contentedly,”People call me Frightfur. And…I have yet to meet a Sorbet, sorry.” He’d almost forgotten that Bub had even asked about his kid so his lame answer came later than expected.
When his somewhat paranoid enhanced senses caught the sound of knocking far off, he straightened and stepped away, now heading toward the noise. It must be the front door, he thought mildly, maybe…a visitor? Whatever, he was going to check it out.
Once at the front interior of the base, the tiny servaline swung the door open with his heavy metal paws (with a little headbutt from his hardhead). He’d caught the voice of Serphiroth so he noted the pale lion was here as well. The words ‘welcome back’ had been said so this was a returner after all. With the door open, Frightfur Seraphim stared upward at the dire wolf with a few blinks of his doe-eyed green eyes which usually held a sense of ferocity but not now.
”Howdy there, sir. Welcome back to the Rosebloods,” the child-like beastie said as he conjured a piece of candy to pop into his mouth contentedly,”People call me Frightfur. And…I have yet to meet a Sorbet, sorry.” He’d almost forgotten that Bub had even asked about his kid so his lame answer came later than expected.
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★ The Rosebloods ★ white serval cat w/ bionic mods + spirit/ghost ★ physician