01-13-2020, 05:51 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — The bell at the edge of the territory ringing was not the most unusual thing in the entire world. Or at least, it hadn't been given the recent influx of joiners coming to the Typhoon. However, what was unusual was someone ringing the bell so enthusiastically that it practically made Roan's head spin. Whoever was waiting for someone was evidently either bored or very excitable, and that honestly just proved to make Roan very excited as well. After all, usually those who got border easily or were very excitable were kids, and he was always looking for new playmates! The boy, who had been making rather sloppy sandcastles down by the shore, practically tripped over himself in his enthusiastic race towards where he knew the bell to be, occasionally throwing himself upwards in an attempt to fly with his tiny wings. It never worked, of course, but that didn't mean he wouldn't at least try it. After all, he could never grow up to be big and strong and able to fly like mama unless he tried hard enough.
Soon enough, the tiny feline found himself skidding to a stop in front of Feza, initially wrinkling his nose at the strange scent she held on her pelt. It was thick, and swampy, and nothing like the salty Typhoon scent the child was used to. However, his childish disgust at the scent of Tanglewood was quickly replaced by wonder when he looked up and saw Feza, his eyes growing wide when he saw the female's multicolored bright pelt, along with her huge wings. He had thought he was interesting looking with his green wings and horns, but Feza? Feza was amazing? Practically shaking with excitement, the boy leaped up to his paws, grinning excitedly at Feza, "Hola, miss! What are you here for? What's your name? My name's Roan! You've got really pretty wings... and your fur is so bright! Did you paint your fur? Can you paint my fur? I wanna be that bright!" Words were flowing freely forth from his muzzle before he could truly complete his own thought process, too overwhelmingly excited. If it was anyone else, Roan might've been disappointed it wasn't another kid, but Feza was fascinating enough that his disappointment was completely forgotten.
Soon enough, the tiny feline found himself skidding to a stop in front of Feza, initially wrinkling his nose at the strange scent she held on her pelt. It was thick, and swampy, and nothing like the salty Typhoon scent the child was used to. However, his childish disgust at the scent of Tanglewood was quickly replaced by wonder when he looked up and saw Feza, his eyes growing wide when he saw the female's multicolored bright pelt, along with her huge wings. He had thought he was interesting looking with his green wings and horns, but Feza? Feza was amazing? Practically shaking with excitement, the boy leaped up to his paws, grinning excitedly at Feza, "Hola, miss! What are you here for? What's your name? My name's Roan! You've got really pretty wings... and your fur is so bright! Did you paint your fur? Can you paint my fur? I wanna be that bright!" Words were flowing freely forth from his muzzle before he could truly complete his own thought process, too overwhelmingly excited. If it was anyone else, Roan might've been disappointed it wasn't another kid, but Feza was fascinating enough that his disappointment was completely forgotten.
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