06-27-2020, 08:31 AM
JAIME ROUX
"vengeance is just hope with a history"
The Estero had indeed been awful for everyone involved, he himself had been lost when the wave had carried him far away and only a truly brilliant stroke of luck had kept him alive and surviving long enough to even get back home.
But for all he knew wild places alone, he’d not met other groups yet outside of the typhoon - so it was that he’d found himself curious of the voices and discussion he picked up on not far away and what brought the Betta following after Keona.
Jaime had never known Ceasar - a blessing if there was one - but he’d heard tale of him (and also decided that this sounded like a truly awful person) but he was hardly one to judge on relation alone, people were not their family after all, good or bad.
And well he had an awfully large family, so varied it would be hard to call him that - so Vigenere was safe from that brand of judgement, at least from the alabaster and black child.
Jaime’s eyes skipped over the two, though they flickered back at the glint of something in the wolf’s - Bloodhound’s - basket, something that made him take notice, interested like a magpie drawn to something shiny, or a dragon to gold.
Of course then Vigenere’s words brought him back and his wings shifted unsure but willing to speak up ”Rebuilding’s going well” and then realising he hadn’t introduced himself ”m’Jaime - Thanks for the supplies n congrats” for the supplies and the ascendancy though he winced a little at how awkward he no doubt sounded.
No doubt the meteor had affected them though so the youngster felt it prudent to ask ”Does Tanglewood fair well?”
But for all he knew wild places alone, he’d not met other groups yet outside of the typhoon - so it was that he’d found himself curious of the voices and discussion he picked up on not far away and what brought the Betta following after Keona.
Jaime had never known Ceasar - a blessing if there was one - but he’d heard tale of him (and also decided that this sounded like a truly awful person) but he was hardly one to judge on relation alone, people were not their family after all, good or bad.
And well he had an awfully large family, so varied it would be hard to call him that - so Vigenere was safe from that brand of judgement, at least from the alabaster and black child.
Jaime’s eyes skipped over the two, though they flickered back at the glint of something in the wolf’s - Bloodhound’s - basket, something that made him take notice, interested like a magpie drawn to something shiny, or a dragon to gold.
Of course then Vigenere’s words brought him back and his wings shifted unsure but willing to speak up ”Rebuilding’s going well” and then realising he hadn’t introduced himself ”m’Jaime - Thanks for the supplies n congrats” for the supplies and the ascendancy though he winced a little at how awkward he no doubt sounded.
No doubt the meteor had affected them though so the youngster felt it prudent to ask ”Does Tanglewood fair well?”
tags - penned by LUCIFERR
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[align=center][div style="font-size:20pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:impact;padding:8px;letter-spacing:1.2px"]「 NO MORE DEAD HEROES 」[div style="width:360px;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify"]WE ALL HAVE ONE FOOT IN A FAIRYTALE, ——————— AND THE OTHER IN THE ABYSS. |
[align=center][div style="font-size:20pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:impact;padding:8px;letter-spacing:1.2px"]「 NO MORE DEAD HEROES 」[div style="width:360px;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify"]WE ALL HAVE ONE FOOT IN A FAIRYTALE, ——————— AND THE OTHER IN THE ABYSS. |