12-02-2019, 05:36 PM
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]SALEM | Soft, the tread of vine-covered paws. Dark eyes gleamed thoughtfully through the silts of a pumpkin. Easily standing among those of 'curious', the melanistic kodkod followed Ikaia and Aine as a friendly but quiet shadow. The journey, the fortress, the faces all belonged to an interesting experiment -- a group dedicated to exploration and aid, founded by and for the youth.
In silence, he opted to sit below the other Commodores, trusting himself to stand out enough with little aid of height. His dark ears, peeking from more silts, perked at the mention of his name from Ikaia. His lips turned upwards in a smile, albeit possibly unseen, as he waved a tail in greeting.
Salem hardly viewed himself as shy, yet speaking hardly seemed required as of the now. Soon, the feline knew he'd be offering words and directions to those of his Wolf division. Soon enough for him.
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In silence, he opted to sit below the other Commodores, trusting himself to stand out enough with little aid of height. His dark ears, peeking from more silts, perked at the mention of his name from Ikaia. His lips turned upwards in a smile, albeit possibly unseen, as he waved a tail in greeting.
Salem hardly viewed himself as shy, yet speaking hardly seemed required as of the now. Soon, the feline knew he'd be offering words and directions to those of his Wolf division. Soon enough for him.
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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]]