KISS MY EYES & LAY ME TO SLEEP // open

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=white,1,400]OPEN YOUR EYES UP , STEP IN THE RING ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Truthfully, the only family Aphra really known was her mother and her twin sister. The former wasn't very long however, as she was killed shortly after Aphra and her sister became six months old. Aphra loved her mother dearly and was very close to her, but her mother being ripped away from her at such a young age broke her. It was a shame, too, considering the necklace Aphra used to wear was a gift from her mother - though perhaps Ahab knew nothing of the necklace. After all, Aphra hadn't really talked to the much larger male before it was taken away from her.

Aphra's sister, however, wasn't someone she was close to, as surprising as that may seem. Their father had always made it clear that he favored Aphra over Fakhira and as such, Aphra often bullied her littermate. She, quite honestly, felt no remorse for her actions, hence why she never really brought her sister up. Fakhira may as well be dead to her. Her other siblings - half-siblings, actually - were unknown to her. She didn't even know their names, let alone whether or not they really existed. So perhaps that was why Caesar meant so much to her, despite him being a deadbeat father.

At first, the sounds of a large figure approaching startled her, and her head shot up from where she was trying to hide her head between her forepaws. Instinctively, the feline puffed up and attempted to make herself look bigger, wrapping her long tail around her body as much as she could. Although she hardly knew Ahab, he was, at the very least, a somewhat familiar face. Not to mention, he carried the scent of The Typhoon... She was home, she was safe.

"No shit, Sherlock," Aphra mumbled in an angry tone, sniffing as if she was trying to hide the fact she was crying. She could feel the wound on her shoulder, though Ahab was right in thinking (not that Aphra could hear his thoughts, because she couldn't) that it wasn't something that were cause her this much distress. This wasn't someone she could provide that information too; he didn't know her relationship with her father. Hell, most people's reaction at the mention of Caesar was often an amused huff or angry outbursts, as if he was some sort of lowlife. Of course he loved her, of course she was his daughter. Or... so she thought, anyway.

Aphra blinked at his question, frowning. Did she need help? Yeah, she needed a fucking drink if she was honest. "C-could you get Roan?" She asked. Roan was the one that tended to her wounds the day she got attacked by Marina and Roxanne, he could just make sure everything would heal fine again. Right?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]