08-18-2020, 09:21 AM
[shadow=black,left]PAOLA VASQUEZ[/shadow]
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When she sees Lucifer whittling and the other Typhoon members commenting on his skill, Paola immediately sets off to find her current nest, pilfering through a small collection of knick-knacks until she finds the small doe figurine that she's kept for longer than she could remember—quite literally, when she had come to in the middle of an abandoned village, it had been the only thing she possessed, with no recollection of how she came upon it.
Clutching it gently with her tail, the she-cat walks back to the small gathering, careful not to drop the item. She lingers at the edge of the group for a moment, uncharacteristically nervous and avoiding everyone's eyes, until she manages to find the nerves to speak.
"Hi, Mr. Lucifer, sir," she starts, surprisingly quiet given her general attitude. Walking forward, she gently places the figurine in front of him. It's a beautifully carved piece. The doe's head is thrown back, caught mid-trot, but it’s showing very obvious signs of wear and tear, the wood bare in some places and bearing claw-marks and bite marks in others. One hindleg planted on the ground has even been chipped off.
”Is there any way to fix this?” The she-cat pushes the figurine closer so that he could have a look, and any hawk-eyed member would see that there’s a slight tremble to her movement. Paola raises her head to look at Lucifer, ears burning with embarrassment. ”I think I’ve had it before I even lost my memories. I’m pretty sure it used to be important to me. It’s the only thing I have left of my old life.”
[table][tr][td]Clutching it gently with her tail, the she-cat walks back to the small gathering, careful not to drop the item. She lingers at the edge of the group for a moment, uncharacteristically nervous and avoiding everyone's eyes, until she manages to find the nerves to speak.
"Hi, Mr. Lucifer, sir," she starts, surprisingly quiet given her general attitude. Walking forward, she gently places the figurine in front of him. It's a beautifully carved piece. The doe's head is thrown back, caught mid-trot, but it’s showing very obvious signs of wear and tear, the wood bare in some places and bearing claw-marks and bite marks in others. One hindleg planted on the ground has even been chipped off.
”Is there any way to fix this?” The she-cat pushes the figurine closer so that he could have a look, and any hawk-eyed member would see that there’s a slight tremble to her movement. Paola raises her head to look at Lucifer, ears burning with embarrassment. ”I think I’ve had it before I even lost my memories. I’m pretty sure it used to be important to me. It’s the only thing I have left of my old life.”
10 MOONS
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[/td][td]TYPHOON
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[/td][td]© AUDACITY
[/td][/tr][/table] BABY'S GOT A FACE LIKE THUNDER: