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Haven Island is a secluded place. Maddeningly so at times for the socially inclined but recently, the young jaguar had preferred her and her brother's little retreat. Finding space. Relative quiet. Most days.
Afterall, Natyli Roux thoroughly enjoyed reigning hell on those who embarked to the island and unknowingly found their way in their corner. Perfect targets. Especially under the influence of the infamous jungle juice.
The chimera had been tending some of the plants outside when she thought she heard something. Her ears perked immediately, mix-matched hues narrowing in thought.
Slowly, she backed up towards the door and quietly tapped on the wood, to tell Trygve someone was here.
A good opportunity to test one of her new traps. Fake snakes. But as Natyli carefully crept in the undergrowth, the flash of white fur changes her mind. Aphra? Aphra deserved worse than a fake snakes scare.
Let's EGAFM her.
She waits, mischief ablaze in her eyes... Until the exact moment her unsuspecting prey stepped beneath the bucket. Mustard, vinegar, skunk urine, rotten eggs, cake batter, garlic, onions, and brussel sprouts... That's what Aphra deserved.
It's after she pulls the rope, tilting the bucket over, sending the horrendous contents pouring down, when she notices Aphra doesn't look exactly right. Natyli paid close attention... She had to if she wanted her friends to match, to be true representations of her crewmates. And Aphra didn't wear a necklace like that.
Oh. Oh no.
[/td][/tr][/table]Afterall, Natyli Roux thoroughly enjoyed reigning hell on those who embarked to the island and unknowingly found their way in their corner. Perfect targets. Especially under the influence of the infamous jungle juice.
The chimera had been tending some of the plants outside when she thought she heard something. Her ears perked immediately, mix-matched hues narrowing in thought.
Slowly, she backed up towards the door and quietly tapped on the wood, to tell Trygve someone was here.
A good opportunity to test one of her new traps. Fake snakes. But as Natyli carefully crept in the undergrowth, the flash of white fur changes her mind. Aphra? Aphra deserved worse than a fake snakes scare.
Let's EGAFM her.
She waits, mischief ablaze in her eyes... Until the exact moment her unsuspecting prey stepped beneath the bucket. Mustard, vinegar, skunk urine, rotten eggs, cake batter, garlic, onions, and brussel sprouts... That's what Aphra deserved.
It's after she pulls the rope, tilting the bucket over, sending the horrendous contents pouring down, when she notices Aphra doesn't look exactly right. Natyli paid close attention... She had to if she wanted her friends to match, to be true representations of her crewmates. And Aphra didn't wear a necklace like that.
Oh. Oh no.
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