11-23-2020, 04:55 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]SALEM | Inky, vine-wrapped paws trotted forward with an air of hesitance. While autumn was his time of year, the small wildcat still glanced at Roan with uncertainty in this event. Reclusive as he was, Salem rarely found himself in a position of playing games -- his nose usually stuck in a book. When was the last time he had played a game of tag?
Dark eyes hovered over the bands quietly, teeth grazing the inside of his cheeks. These competitive, rough-house encouraging activities were more his siblings' forte. Salem wondered if they played over in the Pitt; Jack would likely enjoy the competition.
In the spirit of the time, the feline decided he could give the game a shot. Once he possessed a small band of his own, complete with three feathers, Salem stood by, antsy for the free-for-fall about to start.
Dark eyes hovered over the bands quietly, teeth grazing the inside of his cheeks. These competitive, rough-house encouraging activities were more his siblings' forte. Salem wondered if they played over in the Pitt; Jack would likely enjoy the competition.
In the spirit of the time, the feline decided he could give the game a shot. Once he possessed a small band of his own, complete with three feathers, Salem stood by, antsy for the free-for-fall about to start.
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[i]I see your true colors shining through[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:.1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:-2px"]
[ salem | crewmate of the typhoon | information and tags] | penned by lamby [color=#5f354e]]
[ salem | crewmate of the typhoon | information and tags] | penned by lamby [color=#5f354e]]