07-31-2020, 07:42 PM
HIGHER BEINGS, THESE WORDS ARE FOR YOU ALONE
ghostwhisper - group - mantis-awahondo hybrid - they/them
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]Ghost doesn't exactly know the stance the Pitt has with the rest of the continent and the groups that lived there. They hadn't asked - truly, asking questions was such a waste of time that they were more than happy to seclude themself and work away on their maps. The conflicts that arose were not theirs to partake in. They were just a pawn in multitudes, expendable, replaceable, discarded. The void called, and to that alone would they answer. The leaders of groups would come and go, but the call of the void; all would return to it someday. Not even Ghost was exempt.
Ghostwhisper hears speech. Their objective to map the continent is halted - perhaps it should have spawned annoyance, if Ghost really had a care to give. Their legs move their form over, dark eyes taking in the scene at hand. An unwelcome visitor, apparently. One that had been here before if Ghost decided to sink their thoughts into the words of the others present. Their claws click together once, taking in the scene while their form stills. They say nothing, do nothing, simply taking in the scene. Ghost skitters away, their energy and presence better spent elsewhere. No command had been given to stay and support their supposed superiors, and so the hybrid took their leave as quickly and silently as they'd arrived.
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]Ghost doesn't exactly know the stance the Pitt has with the rest of the continent and the groups that lived there. They hadn't asked - truly, asking questions was such a waste of time that they were more than happy to seclude themself and work away on their maps. The conflicts that arose were not theirs to partake in. They were just a pawn in multitudes, expendable, replaceable, discarded. The void called, and to that alone would they answer. The leaders of groups would come and go, but the call of the void; all would return to it someday. Not even Ghost was exempt.
Ghostwhisper hears speech. Their objective to map the continent is halted - perhaps it should have spawned annoyance, if Ghost really had a care to give. Their legs move their form over, dark eyes taking in the scene at hand. An unwelcome visitor, apparently. One that had been here before if Ghost decided to sink their thoughts into the words of the others present. Their claws click together once, taking in the scene while their form stills. They say nothing, do nothing, simply taking in the scene. Ghost skitters away, their energy and presence better spent elsewhere. No command had been given to stay and support their supposed superiors, and so the hybrid took their leave as quickly and silently as they'd arrived.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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