11-03-2018, 10:27 PM
CONFETTI & CONFESSIONS
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Frightfur was all too eager to get to the border of the rainforest territory encircled by desert. It occurred to him that the rainforest was like a diamond among the rough of wasteland. The spirit’s enhanced senses were ever-active and his boredom was always reaching new heights whenever he was injured and supposed to be resting and ‘out for the count.’ The bloodied and bandaged injury to his chest, barely left of the freakish blade that poked from the middle of his sternum, was burning again as he moved but he ignored it.
He’s never seen an Ascendant. Only heard of them. He wanted very much to see now.
The pale serval appear revealed himself carefully to the two Seraphs, his steps clicking and clacking as he approached on bionic paws and halted close (but not too close) and gave them a small ghost of a smile. His body was young, only about 7 months, but the his fierce eyes held seriousness that seemed much too old and looked as if they’d seen too much.
”Howdy there, pardners! Agathe and Titan, warm welcome to the outskirts of the Rosebloods. My name’s Frightfur. Would either of y’all like anything while we wait? Though, I’m fairly certain Sephiroth will show soon enough...” the feminine drawl was level and polite. His eyes glanced again and again over the body of the cloaked snow leopard a little too much, noting her sweet iron bracers (which made him feel a little cooler about his own metal forelegs).
Excitement shimmered in his eyes as he watched them, curious about them. He winced just a little after speaking and held a cold steel paw gingerly to his chest, silently begging the wound to leave him alone and let him about his business.
He’s never seen an Ascendant. Only heard of them. He wanted very much to see now.
The pale serval appear revealed himself carefully to the two Seraphs, his steps clicking and clacking as he approached on bionic paws and halted close (but not too close) and gave them a small ghost of a smile. His body was young, only about 7 months, but the his fierce eyes held seriousness that seemed much too old and looked as if they’d seen too much.
”Howdy there, pardners! Agathe and Titan, warm welcome to the outskirts of the Rosebloods. My name’s Frightfur. Would either of y’all like anything while we wait? Though, I’m fairly certain Sephiroth will show soon enough...” the feminine drawl was level and polite. His eyes glanced again and again over the body of the cloaked snow leopard a little too much, noting her sweet iron bracers (which made him feel a little cooler about his own metal forelegs).
Excitement shimmered in his eyes as he watched them, curious about them. He winced just a little after speaking and held a cold steel paw gingerly to his chest, silently begging the wound to leave him alone and let him about his business.
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★ The Rosebloods ★ white serval cat w/ bionic mods + spirit/ghost ★ physician