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The smell sea salt and the Typhoon hit Dimitri's nose, it made his fur stand as he leaped up, spooked. The tom peeked out of his den, eyes watching as the pirates appeared.
They're allies... Maybe they should leave- move to the Ascendents. Marina already confessed her love for Pincher and and- Is this a repeat of Snowbound? Does Pincher do this with all the pretty boys and girls? How devious~ Dimitri wanted to stay here, he did- he initally liked the weather and wanted a place he could relax in.
This alliance though... it made his anxiety spike. They probably didn't know him, but they would definitely remember Delta. Maybe he should apologize for her behavior so that they won't hurt him- WE HAVE NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR. Dimitri winced as Dagon yelled at him, taking a step back. They got mad. They ordered an attack on Atbash. Delta fought for her honor and failed. We have NOTHING to apologize for. Dimitri found himself hyperventilating as the alter yelled, claws clutched into the ground and felt himself slipping and leaving his body- he wasn't touching anything- he was-
He gasped, being taken out of his body as someone else fronted.
Dakota rarely fronted. Perhaps he did so now because the others were too busy holding their tongues. Maybe he was the only one who could deal with this sensibly and with maturity. He wasn't sure what Delta would do and Dagon... wasn't the friendliest of gents. The old alter sat down, looking down at Dimitri's young body, running Dimitri's paw over his scarred shoulders.
Should he meet them in Dimitri's body? No... They could recognize him. Maybe. Dakota shuddered, feeling their face shift and their fur grow out and turn black. His white whiskers grew out and confirmed the change with Dimitri's green eyes turning yellow.
Dakota went through their bag, finding his glasses and smushing them onto his flat face. A band in the back held them around his head, and the tom took a moment to review himself. Dakota was an old, black, ugly Persian with yellow, crusty eyes and a wet maw. He snorted, his nasal blocked by mucus and quickly resorted to mouth breathing.
Dakota meandered outside, slowly approaching the group with his hobbled footsteps and sniffing occasionally.
"Oh... gifts... That's so nice of you." He noted the baked goods and tried to sniff them, but just took a step away. He didn't want his residue getting on their gifts.
"I'm Dakota... It's very nice to see young folk helping eachother out..."
They don't deserve our pleasantries.
They're allies... Maybe they should leave- move to the Ascendents. Marina already confessed her love for Pincher and and- Is this a repeat of Snowbound? Does Pincher do this with all the pretty boys and girls? How devious~ Dimitri wanted to stay here, he did- he initally liked the weather and wanted a place he could relax in.
This alliance though... it made his anxiety spike. They probably didn't know him, but they would definitely remember Delta. Maybe he should apologize for her behavior so that they won't hurt him- WE HAVE NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR. Dimitri winced as Dagon yelled at him, taking a step back. They got mad. They ordered an attack on Atbash. Delta fought for her honor and failed. We have NOTHING to apologize for. Dimitri found himself hyperventilating as the alter yelled, claws clutched into the ground and felt himself slipping and leaving his body- he wasn't touching anything- he was-
He gasped, being taken out of his body as someone else fronted.
Dakota rarely fronted. Perhaps he did so now because the others were too busy holding their tongues. Maybe he was the only one who could deal with this sensibly and with maturity. He wasn't sure what Delta would do and Dagon... wasn't the friendliest of gents. The old alter sat down, looking down at Dimitri's young body, running Dimitri's paw over his scarred shoulders.
Should he meet them in Dimitri's body? No... They could recognize him. Maybe. Dakota shuddered, feeling their face shift and their fur grow out and turn black. His white whiskers grew out and confirmed the change with Dimitri's green eyes turning yellow.
Dakota went through their bag, finding his glasses and smushing them onto his flat face. A band in the back held them around his head, and the tom took a moment to review himself. Dakota was an old, black, ugly Persian with yellow, crusty eyes and a wet maw. He snorted, his nasal blocked by mucus and quickly resorted to mouth breathing.
Dakota meandered outside, slowly approaching the group with his hobbled footsteps and sniffing occasionally.
"Oh... gifts... That's so nice of you." He noted the baked goods and tried to sniff them, but just took a step away. He didn't want his residue getting on their gifts.
"I'm Dakota... It's very nice to see young folk helping eachother out..."
They don't deserve our pleasantries.
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