dramophone — joining

[APHRA CIPHER .]

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

Aphra had been born in the neutral territories, but her father's stories of life in The Typhoon intrigued her. So she had, of course, visited and happened to meet Pincher at the tavern (once she was old enough, obviously). Their meeting had ended up with her pregnant (unfortunately) and not wanting to be the one to take care of them, Aphra joined and decided to let Pincher deal with the hellspawn he created.

But even after all that, Aphra quite enjoyed clan life. So after she had abandoned The Typhoon for a while, she came back. It was a fascinating, carefree life, and Aphra could just live here without worrying about being attacked and left to die. Sure - she's been attacked by her own clanmates and her father, but she pretty much asked to get attacked. The scars that covered her face made her feel awful, and ruined her ego about her looks. Aphra was still a bit self-conscious about her scars but she couldn't make herself the best Typhoon Captain if she stayed in the shadows.

Ahab's booming voice is what drew the elegant she-cat over, and she ran over as quickly as she could. The jungle was almost her second home, which would explain why she was so close enough to hear her clanmate's growl. "Hey, don't mind him!" She cooed, trying to give this stranger a reassuring smile. Though Michael had already tried to calm the canine down, it seemed. Or at least, was trying to make the situation seem a bit friendlier. "He's a big ol' softie, trust me." That was... a lie? Honestly, Aphra wasn't sure, but she definitely believed the guy could work as an attack or guard dog (er... bear) of sorts if the need arose. "You are pretty deep into our territory here, though, hon. Are you lost?" [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]