[shadow=black,left]VANDAL ROUX[/shadow]
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At the nudge on her shoulder, the figure stirred only slightly, letting out a whined groan and moving a paw in the air to shoo them away. "Five more minu'es, Pinchy..." Her words trailed into a soft, muted sigh, caught a second time by a heavy curtain of sleep, but the words were enough to ascertain the identity of the mutated black maned wolf sprawled haphazardly across the Typhoon's shore. It was none other than Vandal.
At the continued verbal assault, the creature's sleepiness finally slipped away from its grasp. Slowly, its outer lids peeled open, followed by the nictitating membranes that many Rouxes had carried in their blood. When they parted, vibrant green eyes shone beneath, carrying a subtle glow as its eyes moved around before landing on Michael.
"You're no' Pincher," she commented slowly, eyes continuing to watch him. Despite the confused tone in her voice, her gaze seemed delighted enough, and the melanistic maned wolf offered Michael a sleepy grin from the ground. "But you're melanistic and a canine like me, we're probably related." With that, Vandal slowly pushed herself off the ground and into a seated position, unfurling her long, leathered wings and giving them a satisfied stretch. Her jaws parted wide, revealing an equally green and glowing tongue, and she yawned loudly before settling again, licking her lips to drive away their numbness.
A green feather dangled from one of her heavily pierced ears, and a necklace hung from around her neck. After a beat, she made a gesture with her talons and summoned a small satchel from elsewhere in the world, reappearing it close to her long tail. "Sorry for passin' ou' on your border like tha'—travellin' from th'deep takes a ton of energy, apparently." She gave her black pelt a shake, bending the last droplets of water from it and returning it to the ocean. Finally, Vandal stretched out a talon-armed paw towards Michael, offering him a grin in greeting, as if she had not been dead less than an hour ago. "Vandal Roux, nice tah meetcha. No need tah fuss over me. M'just back to be with my family an' avoid anythin' god-related for th' next millenia." The maned wolf offered a wolfish chuckle. "Wha's your name?"
[table][tr][td]At the continued verbal assault, the creature's sleepiness finally slipped away from its grasp. Slowly, its outer lids peeled open, followed by the nictitating membranes that many Rouxes had carried in their blood. When they parted, vibrant green eyes shone beneath, carrying a subtle glow as its eyes moved around before landing on Michael.
"You're no' Pincher," she commented slowly, eyes continuing to watch him. Despite the confused tone in her voice, her gaze seemed delighted enough, and the melanistic maned wolf offered Michael a sleepy grin from the ground. "But you're melanistic and a canine like me, we're probably related." With that, Vandal slowly pushed herself off the ground and into a seated position, unfurling her long, leathered wings and giving them a satisfied stretch. Her jaws parted wide, revealing an equally green and glowing tongue, and she yawned loudly before settling again, licking her lips to drive away their numbness.
A green feather dangled from one of her heavily pierced ears, and a necklace hung from around her neck. After a beat, she made a gesture with her talons and summoned a small satchel from elsewhere in the world, reappearing it close to her long tail. "Sorry for passin' ou' on your border like tha'—travellin' from th'deep takes a ton of energy, apparently." She gave her black pelt a shake, bending the last droplets of water from it and returning it to the ocean. Finally, Vandal stretched out a talon-armed paw towards Michael, offering him a grin in greeting, as if she had not been dead less than an hour ago. "Vandal Roux, nice tah meetcha. No need tah fuss over me. M'just back to be with my family an' avoid anythin' god-related for th' next millenia." The maned wolf offered a wolfish chuckle. "Wha's your name?"
4 YEARS
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[/td][td]TYPHOON
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[/td][td]© AUDACITY
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