11-01-2019, 09:03 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]❆ — The kitsune doesn't tend to think of her past. About why she was cold - you get used to it - why she seemed so distant, cut off- it doesn't affect you anymore, not in the same way. That was the face, the mask she always wore. This one of always seeming forlorn, one step ahead, yet not reveling in her victories.
She was lost in thought, a sigh escaping her long snout when a voice reaches her ears. Her natural state of being made her almost seem like she was expecting those words to be uttered, or at the very least, not that she seemed very surprised by it. She hops down from her perch, nearly circling him as she takes him in. Injured. Cloak. Green. Serval. Gold. She stores this in her mind and shakes out her fur.
She tilts her head up, silver and white snout lifted into the air. While she was busy being an edgy, cold, drama queen someone rushed past her, blowing up wind in her fur. She lets out a somewhat annoyed huff, and then turns to Lemy. "Friend of yours?" She asks plainly, her annoyance dissipating into coldness once more.
She was lost in thought, a sigh escaping her long snout when a voice reaches her ears. Her natural state of being made her almost seem like she was expecting those words to be uttered, or at the very least, not that she seemed very surprised by it. She hops down from her perch, nearly circling him as she takes him in. Injured. Cloak. Green. Serval. Gold. She stores this in her mind and shakes out her fur.
She tilts her head up, silver and white snout lifted into the air. While she was busy being an edgy, cold, drama queen someone rushed past her, blowing up wind in her fur. She lets out a somewhat annoyed huff, and then turns to Lemy. "Friend of yours?" She asks plainly, her annoyance dissipating into coldness once more.