I'm Shipping Up to Boston //Sherbet

[JOSIAH F.]

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I'M GOING TO MAKE IT HURT -

The growing dusk aided in the stealth as Josiah swam by the gate, watching the shore line for anyone awake. Lucky  for him, there werent any. Just a straighr line to the biggest ship. What he assumed would be where the boss of the group resides in. And he took no pause.

It took some time to actually find the captains quarters, damn fool had gone up and down the damn thing to find it on a lower level. He needed spies at this point. Mark that on the mental note. But anyways.

He halted at the door, red eyes shining as he whistled a tun, then gently rapped his knarled knuckles on the door. And then he stopped, and simply stood patiently. Would be a damn shame if he woke the captain up just as the sun was going down.

[member=16992]SHERBET[/member]

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[SHERBET]

NEW TAB: sherbet ♤ male ♡ feline ◇ tags ♧ typhoon captain

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Sherbet had trouble sleeping, the recent events soared into his mind as he mentally mapped out thoughts, ideas, things he needed to say to his people. Having been pacing, a whistle and rap on the Captain's door made him jolt, heart beating out of his chest as he felt that overwhelming fear start flooding into him again.

Catching his breath, his heart still lightly fluttering as he didn't recognize the scent outside, the feline crept to the door and opened it. Spying a gray wolf, he stepped aside to let the canine in, closed it, then hissed lightly so no one could overhear, "And, who might you be?"

[JOSIAH F.]

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I'M GOING TO MAKE IT HURT -

His red eyes stared down the ice cream cat as he opened the door and allowed Josiah inside, the wolf obliging with a grin on his face. "Good evening, Captain." he rumbled, turning to face Sherbet. "My name is Josiah Fauls, Sentinel of The Covenant." he paused.

Shaking out what little fur he had, the beast dipped his head. "I have heard of the troubles your group faces. I wish to help."

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[SHERBET]

Sherbet's claws slowly slid back in. His perpetually melting visage calming just enough to narrow his eyes, the look of contemplation in his green optics, "How did you know what's going on," he slowly began as he quietly committed the name to memory, "and why would you choose to offer help, Sentinel of the Covenant, Josiah Fauls?"

Tail flicking across the floor, the Captain frustrating admitted that the entire situation with Tanglewood might require more help, more force, more something to keep them afloat. After all, he made the decision to fight, he has to stick with it even if it kills him, even if it rubs him wrong, even if it drowns him.

[glow=silver,2,300]destiny is moving[/glow] — ?
#psy.