04-11-2019, 06:17 PM
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Dark eyes gleamed through the slits of a pumpkin. Through the strange apparel, the youth's brows creased in thought. Vine-wrapped paws crept quietly through the jungle, marking notes of landmarks as he moved through the undergrowth. In close vicinity to the temple the boy halted. Soft exhales drifted through orange, relaxed in this place of eerie atmosphere.
He could still examine damage from the eruption prior to his arrival. A test of perseverance. Ah, pirates. A smile danced peacefully on an obscured maw. With a hum, the boy trotted around the temple's surroundings until he found a small clearing between a few trees. A temporary thing, he was sure as the jungle needed time to re-grow, but ideal enough.
Glancing once at the vines trailing his legs, Salem closed his eyes and exhaled, focusing on the dirt beneath his paws. Summer and Tempest can do it... His sisters made it seem easy almost, in their own elements.
A wry sigh. Autumn was not for flowers.
The fruits of his labor grew low to the ground, touching the air with the slightest smell of fall. Mushrooms. An ivory tail twitched. It was something.
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Dark eyes gleamed through the slits of a pumpkin. Through the strange apparel, the youth's brows creased in thought. Vine-wrapped paws crept quietly through the jungle, marking notes of landmarks as he moved through the undergrowth. In close vicinity to the temple the boy halted. Soft exhales drifted through orange, relaxed in this place of eerie atmosphere.
He could still examine damage from the eruption prior to his arrival. A test of perseverance. Ah, pirates. A smile danced peacefully on an obscured maw. With a hum, the boy trotted around the temple's surroundings until he found a small clearing between a few trees. A temporary thing, he was sure as the jungle needed time to re-grow, but ideal enough.
Glancing once at the vines trailing his legs, Salem closed his eyes and exhaled, focusing on the dirt beneath his paws. Summer and Tempest can do it... His sisters made it seem easy almost, in their own elements.
A wry sigh. Autumn was not for flowers.
The fruits of his labor grew low to the ground, touching the air with the slightest smell of fall. Mushrooms. An ivory tail twitched. It was something.
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[i]I see your true colors shining through[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:.1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:-2px"]
[ salem | crewmate of the typhoon | information and tags] | penned by lamby [color=#5f354e]]
[ salem | crewmate of the typhoon | information and tags] | penned by lamby [color=#5f354e]]