06-01-2021, 07:49 PM
— alexandre f.m.r
The days after his return were meek. Had he known that his mothers would leave shortly after his return, he would have fought harder for his freedom. Even so, the damage was done. Time moved on... even if he didn't want it. The truth hurt. Alexandre spent his time wandering and conversing in the meantime to fill the void in his heart nowadays, including within the library. The Typhoon's library was lined with the finest of books and many scrolls looted from ships, but he was not interested in that. Instead, the vampiric feline stood stiffly in the back. His head was propped up against the edge of a bookshelf while his eyes remained closed. Pointed ears stood upright. They did not twitch per usual. Instead, his super senses remained dormant. Silence. For the first time in a long time, things were... soothing... private... quiet... fluttering... wait...
LOUD?!
A slitted gaze shot open. Echoing, flapping wings filled his ears. Wide, orange hues scanned the horizon as a black bird soared in through the library and landed with a confident strut. Alexandre leaned forward and away from the bookshelf with an uncomfortable grunt, but his curiosity undeniably peaked. An unfamiliar face graced his vision. "You're new here," came his sly response. Maybe ve didn't know better. A trouble-maker, presumably? Leaving short assumptions for later, the feline continued on. "Who are you?" Claws tapped lightly across the wooden floor. A response should be prompt, concise, and allure him closer. Alexandre was truly interested.
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