sleeping tiger . cloaks

[athenii]

? TO FREEDOM AND WHISKEY —

Jamie nodded, plucking up the heavy black bear fur cloak. The fur was course, but not unsoft. The clasp was simple but beautiful, made of silver and inlaid with what appeared to be simple vine carvings. The fox tucked the cloak over his shoulders, feeling the soft inside settle against his back. As he fastened the clasp against his chest, the male felt warmth seep into his bones nearly instantaneously. A contented sigh exited his maw, his lungs finally decompressing as relief from the cold eased relaxation into his muscles. "Braw craftsmanship. I thank ye. Me name's James Fraser, if yew dinna ken." The Scottish male said, turning his gaze back to Vaas. The male was fairly new, and as of the time frame of this thread, had not yet even begun to step into the higher, more respectable rankings of the Palm Glades. With that being said, the fox wished to get to know as many of his new kinsmen as possible. Where the fox was from, the clans acted as sort of families. They protected each other, defended each other's honor and dignity, and supported each other as a family would have in the face of outside forces. This was his desire with his new home, and thus was the reason for the fox's sudden introduction.


[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-size: 24px;"]— JAMIE

#psychosocial.