[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]SALEM | The fighting itself had not unnerved the youth so much as who had arrived to turn sides. A sister; one of two he had not seen in many seasons, still burning with the brightness of a summer sun. It left the dark-furred wildcat uneasy, yet hopeful, given her clear allegiance to better causes than that of the Coalition's conquest. But she hadn't stayed -- perhaps for the best, though Salem wished he knew where she had gone and if she was safe.
Head full of anxieties, the feline nearly passed by the little lemonade stand with no notice, if not for the sheer bemusement over Natyli's promise. "Should I be worried that it isn't?" His question is posed hesitantly, soft-tone buzzing with perplexment -- yet a smile still creeps on his maw, trusting the jaguar regardless.
Head full of anxieties, the feline nearly passed by the little lemonade stand with no notice, if not for the sheer bemusement over Natyli's promise. "Should I be worried that it isn't?" His question is posed hesitantly, soft-tone buzzing with perplexment -- yet a smile still creeps on his maw, trusting the jaguar regardless.
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[ 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]]