11-12-2020, 01:50 AM
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MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
Tybalt was far from the first within The Typhoon to have some regrets, and it was doubtful that he would be the last. Michael had made plenty of mistakes in his own past, even though he was fairly confident in the fact that he would repeat them all if given the chance, since they had led him here. Except, perhaps, he wouldn't kidnap that Tangler. If he had known at the time that she was pregnant, then he never would've laid a single paw on her. Regardless, the rest would probably play out all the same, no matter the circumstance. A life of thievery and murder, and a whirlwind and crazy romance that had eventually evolved into something genuinely loving, and full of heart. While the dealer knew he hadn't been a good person before arriving within The Typhoon, he liked to think that he had grown since then. After all, he now had more than just one friend, and he had a sprawling family of children and relatives that he loved incredibly dearly. If he hadn't grown in some way since his initial joining, then he certainly wouldn't be a dealer right now, either.
That was enough reminiscing for now, however. The ring of the bell throughout the archipelago territory told Michael that it was time to get up, since something was going on. Part of him wondered if it would be someone from Tanglewood, come to explain that letter from Sophiea, or why they hadn't been at this month's gathering. Curiosity was what pushed the bobcat up to his feet, jewelry glinting in the light as he eventually made his way to stand beside his fellow dealer. He offered Keona a short nod, before glancing over the newcomer. The guy definitely wasn't from Tanglewood, considering he didn't smell of the swamp at all, and he didn't really look familiar, either. That usually either meant that he was here to join, or that he was from one of the little groups that normally didn't show up on The Typhoon's radar. While either could have been true, Michael found himself questioning, "Hey there... you doing alright?" He gestured with one paw towards his own eyes, having managed to spot the faint wetness that the other's gaze still held. It seemed like he had been crying – maybe he was lost? It wouldn't be the first time they had someone lost and upset come wandering up to their border, but usually those who did were children. Michael kinda doubted this guy was just some lost kid, unless he had suddenly become very bad at judging ages.
That was enough reminiscing for now, however. The ring of the bell throughout the archipelago territory told Michael that it was time to get up, since something was going on. Part of him wondered if it would be someone from Tanglewood, come to explain that letter from Sophiea, or why they hadn't been at this month's gathering. Curiosity was what pushed the bobcat up to his feet, jewelry glinting in the light as he eventually made his way to stand beside his fellow dealer. He offered Keona a short nod, before glancing over the newcomer. The guy definitely wasn't from Tanglewood, considering he didn't smell of the swamp at all, and he didn't really look familiar, either. That usually either meant that he was here to join, or that he was from one of the little groups that normally didn't show up on The Typhoon's radar. While either could have been true, Michael found himself questioning, "Hey there... you doing alright?" He gestured with one paw towards his own eyes, having managed to spot the faint wetness that the other's gaze still held. It seemed like he had been crying – maybe he was lost? It wouldn't be the first time they had someone lost and upset come wandering up to their border, but usually those who did were children. Michael kinda doubted this guy was just some lost kid, unless he had suddenly become very bad at judging ages.
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— Reggan
— Reggan