04-22-2018, 03:46 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]lunafreya....luna...nope, doesn't ring a bell. "doesn't sound familiar. sorry, friend." actually, fish has seen luna before. she tried to have a conversation with her until beck made her stop because he is a meanie sometimes. she just doesn't understand why he won't let her be friends with the strange people who enter their swamp. it is unfortunate that fish does not make the connection between failed friendship and missing person, else the girl would have told him in a heartbeat where luna was. "i will try to help find your friend if i can." fish might sometimes consider what her friends might taste like when she gets a bit peckish, but she has a genuinely good heart. too bad she is about as self-aware as a four year old human toddler. as such, she is extremely pleased that bastillepaw wants to see her shinies. he instantly places very high on her list of favorite people--it isn't often someone expresses interest in her collection, even if it's faked. "thank you! i found this one--" fish begins to explain her shinies, rattling on for several seconds before beck suddenly appears with a hungry gleam in his eyes.
fish might have poor vision in the daytime, but she can tell that he does not have good intentions and his focus is solely on her shinies. a guttural growl builds in her throat defensively as she sidles closer to her new buddy bastillepaw and her older pal amunet. beck is basically fish's ghostie hero, but not even a terribly misplaced idol can trump her territorial behavior. she never had a parent to teach her how to share. "no touch," she warns, clutching her collection close to her chest. beck can only see if she can trust that her precious things are safe, and he is proving already that he cannot be trusted with her collection which is literally a hundred years in the making. she will guard it with her (un)life.
fish might have poor vision in the daytime, but she can tell that he does not have good intentions and his focus is solely on her shinies. a guttural growl builds in her throat defensively as she sidles closer to her new buddy bastillepaw and her older pal amunet. beck is basically fish's ghostie hero, but not even a terribly misplaced idol can trump her territorial behavior. she never had a parent to teach her how to share. "no touch," she warns, clutching her collection close to her chest. beck can only see if she can trust that her precious things are safe, and he is proving already that he cannot be trusted with her collection which is literally a hundred years in the making. she will guard it with her (un)life.
JOLENE, I'M BEGGIN' OF YOU
"please don't take my man" — crow — she/her — characters