11-19-2018, 08:10 AM
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She doesn't like feeling angry. It stops her from seeing things clearly, stepping back and observing. Most of the time, when she is in a conversation, she only ever thinks of the best comebacks once it is already too late. It also doesn't help that when she is infuriated, all her feelings of rage will turn into sadness, causing the girl to hiccup and cry because she was so upset. Maybe it is because she lacks direction and confidence in herself. She doesn't understand why tears always threaten from simply being too angry. All she knows was that it wasn't a nice feeling and she doesn't like being overwhelmed. She is most defenceless when she is emotional, never sure how to deal or cope with them that she simply collapses like a castle of cards, toppling into a mess and leaving memories to haunt her for months to come. She swallows dryly as she drags herself through the desert, hating her decisions to move to The Pitt in the first place but too lazy to quit and leave. She doesn't understand why she hadn't really factored in the group's weather when it came to deciding to join but, considering all the trouble it took, she may as well keep patrolling about the border and look for something to do.
It was then that she notices a yellow figure up ahead, body dappled with black patterns before noticing that he was a Savannah and the same lion had approached. He was the one who didn't say anything upon her joining so her feelings towards him were neutral. The only one she was glad for was the one who had spoken up about some Pittian's three-second rule, the fem smiling briefly at the thought, grateful for his input. She is getting closer to the pair now, flicking an ear when she arrives just in time to hear the male speak, noticing the thick smell of sea salt. The ocean. She would have loved to live near the ocean. Even if there was sand on a beach, it was far better than sand dune after sand dune. If she had heard correctly, they were a bigger group too but she wasn't sure if she would rather side with enslavers or pirates - they were both awful. Caesar Cipher. The name doesn't ring a bell but it's likely because she avoids group news unless she is traveling close to their territory. She does, however, twitch her tail when she hears that the male had attempted to assassinate two members. Pincher was The Typhoon's captain, was he not?
The names mean hardly anything to her when the dark serval speaks up, an alabaster breath escaping her lips. "Welcome to The Pitt then," she says seeing that Stryker had only demanded for the joiner's name. Then was his explanation for why he was exiled, unsure how to address it but acknowledging the other's words. "We don't take killing members lightly though..." she decides to add, but isn't quite sure about 'attempted' murder. Maybe one would be restrained instead - shackled, chained and humiliated. She isn't quite so sure about the rules of this place because she has only been here for about a day. As far as Pan is concerned, all of her inside knowledge of The Pitt stemmed from rumours and hearing conversations such as a frog-hybrid killing a Pittian and running off. "Do you need anything else?" Turning around and continuing on her own accord feels awkward to initiate.
She doesn't like feeling angry. It stops her from seeing things clearly, stepping back and observing. Most of the time, when she is in a conversation, she only ever thinks of the best comebacks once it is already too late. It also doesn't help that when she is infuriated, all her feelings of rage will turn into sadness, causing the girl to hiccup and cry because she was so upset. Maybe it is because she lacks direction and confidence in herself. She doesn't understand why tears always threaten from simply being too angry. All she knows was that it wasn't a nice feeling and she doesn't like being overwhelmed. She is most defenceless when she is emotional, never sure how to deal or cope with them that she simply collapses like a castle of cards, toppling into a mess and leaving memories to haunt her for months to come. She swallows dryly as she drags herself through the desert, hating her decisions to move to The Pitt in the first place but too lazy to quit and leave. She doesn't understand why she hadn't really factored in the group's weather when it came to deciding to join but, considering all the trouble it took, she may as well keep patrolling about the border and look for something to do.
It was then that she notices a yellow figure up ahead, body dappled with black patterns before noticing that he was a Savannah and the same lion had approached. He was the one who didn't say anything upon her joining so her feelings towards him were neutral. The only one she was glad for was the one who had spoken up about some Pittian's three-second rule, the fem smiling briefly at the thought, grateful for his input. She is getting closer to the pair now, flicking an ear when she arrives just in time to hear the male speak, noticing the thick smell of sea salt. The ocean. She would have loved to live near the ocean. Even if there was sand on a beach, it was far better than sand dune after sand dune. If she had heard correctly, they were a bigger group too but she wasn't sure if she would rather side with enslavers or pirates - they were both awful. Caesar Cipher. The name doesn't ring a bell but it's likely because she avoids group news unless she is traveling close to their territory. She does, however, twitch her tail when she hears that the male had attempted to assassinate two members. Pincher was The Typhoon's captain, was he not?
The names mean hardly anything to her when the dark serval speaks up, an alabaster breath escaping her lips. "Welcome to The Pitt then," she says seeing that Stryker had only demanded for the joiner's name. Then was his explanation for why he was exiled, unsure how to address it but acknowledging the other's words. "We don't take killing members lightly though..." she decides to add, but isn't quite sure about 'attempted' murder. Maybe one would be restrained instead - shackled, chained and humiliated. She isn't quite so sure about the rules of this place because she has only been here for about a day. As far as Pan is concerned, all of her inside knowledge of The Pitt stemmed from rumours and hearing conversations such as a frog-hybrid killing a Pittian and running off. "Do you need anything else?" Turning around and continuing on her own accord feels awkward to initiate.