03-19-2020, 06:23 PM
☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
Of all the things Aurum had been expecting to encounter that day, little ones from the Typhoon had certainly not been included on that list. He had been out hunting for a while now, trying to find something big and juicy enough that it would calm his growling stomach for a few hours. The tigon had been noticing how much more hungry he was as of late, what with his own cubs swelling his belly. He'd still been searching for the perfect piece of prey when he heard soft laughter, along with the sound of haughty yelling. He immediately recognized the yelling voice as Ivan's, a frown of concern coming to the male's muzzle as he headed towards the little group. When he saw what was happening, he found himself blinking in surprise before he chuckled, shaking his head. Perhaps he would've been a bit more angry, but... clearly these cubs were from the Typhoon, and it didn't seem as though they were painting the trees maliciously. Although, if they were, they were doing a very bad job of it.
Coming up on the other side of his niece, Aurum looked over the three unfamiliar children present, taking in their colorful coats, horns, and wings. These had to be Roxie's children, right? She was the only Typhooner he had met with similar draconic additions. Allowing himself to sit down, the proxy let out another little dry chuckle before he spoke, "You three... little ones, what exactly do you think you're doing? I don't recall Tanglewood asking for the Typhoon's assistance in decorating." He then tilted his head to one side, his one remaining blue eye locking onto Trygve, the apparent leader of this little operation. Even in his smaller tigon form, the size difference between Aurum and the cubs was a bit staggering, so he was trying not to frighten them... too much, anyways.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
#psychosocial.Coming up on the other side of his niece, Aurum looked over the three unfamiliar children present, taking in their colorful coats, horns, and wings. These had to be Roxie's children, right? She was the only Typhooner he had met with similar draconic additions. Allowing himself to sit down, the proxy let out another little dry chuckle before he spoke, "You three... little ones, what exactly do you think you're doing? I don't recall Tanglewood asking for the Typhoon's assistance in decorating." He then tilted his head to one side, his one remaining blue eye locking onto Trygve, the apparent leader of this little operation. Even in his smaller tigon form, the size difference between Aurum and the cubs was a bit staggering, so he was trying not to frighten them... too much, anyways.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
— Reggan