01-29-2020, 07:41 PM
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]SALEM | The ever-changing world brought the consistency of movement. In every fashion. Dark eyes, hidden behind the carved sockets of the pumpkin, lingered curiously on the movement outside the tavern. Settling on the most familiar -- a tiny feline he considered a friend.
A tiny feline with sightless but fascinating eyes. She seemed wary of the knife she carried and Salem found his dark paws carrying him steadily in the direction. Conscious of her quiet, solitary nature, he lingered on the edge. Wary of adding his voice among the others. Thoughtfully, he settled into silence, suddenly sure she would know he was here regardless.
Salem instead tilted his head, leaving his eyes to rest on the curious and energetic Roan. "Let's spot for her," he suggested lightly. "And clear the way up the stairs for her."
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A tiny feline with sightless but fascinating eyes. She seemed wary of the knife she carried and Salem found his dark paws carrying him steadily in the direction. Conscious of her quiet, solitary nature, he lingered on the edge. Wary of adding his voice among the others. Thoughtfully, he settled into silence, suddenly sure she would know he was here regardless.
Salem instead tilted his head, leaving his eyes to rest on the curious and energetic Roan. "Let's spot for her," he suggested lightly. "And clear the way up the stairs for her."
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[ 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]]