10-11-2020, 03:22 AM
WATERFALLS COMING
OUT YOUR MOUTH,
WHAT THE HELL
ARE WE DOING NOW?
draconic feline . minnow . he/they
There was still quite a few things in this world that Finnegan had yet to understand. Tattoos were one of those things, as he had yet to see anyone with such elaborate markings, more so than any natural fur pattern, on their body. He was always interested in learning new things and this was definitely no different.
Sitting on the beach as he often found himself doing, the son of Diya and Roxanne was watching a pair of seagulls squabble over a crab corpse, fighting over who would get the right to claim the poor thing as its meal. There was a whole flock of them standing around the two main contenders, as if they were waiting for one of them to slip up so that they might have a chance to swoop in and take the winnings for themselves. While seagulls were certainly a nuisance, Finn found them quite entertaining, especially during spectacles like this. Only when the captain of the Typhoon, Goldie herself passed by did his violet orbs tear themselves away from the noisy birds, focusing instead on the tigress. “Hi, Goldie.” He would call to the captain, tail waving in greeting. “What’s that on your chest? That’s not apart of your fur, is it?” The draconic feline didn’t remember seeing that there the other day. What was it?
Sitting on the beach as he often found himself doing, the son of Diya and Roxanne was watching a pair of seagulls squabble over a crab corpse, fighting over who would get the right to claim the poor thing as its meal. There was a whole flock of them standing around the two main contenders, as if they were waiting for one of them to slip up so that they might have a chance to swoop in and take the winnings for themselves. While seagulls were certainly a nuisance, Finn found them quite entertaining, especially during spectacles like this. Only when the captain of the Typhoon, Goldie herself passed by did his violet orbs tear themselves away from the noisy birds, focusing instead on the tigress. “Hi, Goldie.” He would call to the captain, tail waving in greeting. “What’s that on your chest? That’s not apart of your fur, is it?” The draconic feline didn’t remember seeing that there the other day. What was it?
FINNEGAN F.M.R
i said, "better late than never, just don't make me wait forever"
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