STRAY CAT STRUT / meeting 12/21

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[Masie]

The lithe raptor was poking around looking for anything that she could consume again, it was so hard to keep fed without father. Masie could easily empathize when she saw Golden dragging herself to the meeting, refusing to make an effort to help, simply keeping a watchful eye as she watched from the brush, keeping close behind. Pride was something she understood, it was what kept her from finding some way to ask the other's outside her family to share food with her even if she felt like she was starving. Golden likely wouldn't let her help even if she offered and it would probably upset the alpha if she just aided without saying anything, not that anyone could understand her.

Masie is the first to enter the meeting, having waited to do so until a few moments after Golden spoke up as to not give up the fact she had been following the Bengal discretely. Walking in a circle, the raptor plopped onto her hind legs, wrapping her tail forward and tightly holding her arms to her sides.

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BOY KING

"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain . vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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vaas had experience with injuries, unlike some he was not spiled by a doteing mother or parent figure, instead rather he was thrown in the wild, told to fend for himself- find himself or die. he was better for it in the end, with a wavering loyalty and a cunning hidden behind veiled eccentricity, the tiger felt no compulsion to show. Even in a clan that didn't treat him horribly, it was always better to keep tricks up his sleeve. it felt better to hide in plain sight than it ever would to show his nature.

it was the call of the meeting that had the tiger prowling towards the sound, looking around curiously inside the dome and what part of the sea it allocated for view. his eyes finally landed on the leader- goldenluxury, and he noticed the weakness in her form, a frown on his maw as he padded closer, only to sit where most of the other cremates would settle around before her. Waiting for whatever she had to say. Maybe later he'd talk to the soothsayer about keeping an eye on the leader. If only for the clan's prolonged efficiency.

[MYNTHE]

Mynthe had gained wind from gossiping members that a meeting was going to be taking place so naturally, she would find her way to the dome and sit within the gathering crowd. She took note of the Captain's sickly appearance though said nothing, eyes watching her closely.

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[stella]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]tension built up all around the typhoon's territory had been keeping stella on edge recently; it was so evident in the auras of those who walked around with their minds on edge, ready to switch from peaceful to aggressive at the drop of a dime. colours washed out surrounded the island group, dull and old, it started to encompass all the hybrid saw from the typhoon these days. seasonal depression on a large scale almost. praying for better days was all that the angelic girl could do, there was little her mortal-infused sad story of a body could do to change the seas on this dreary journey. that, and brace for impact.

feeling a more enthusiastic shift in passing crew-members, lavender eyes lifted from tending to the fragile flora of her secluded garden - was something happening? anything to pass the time, anything to keep stella's mind occupied, anything was welcomed by the youthful child. a meeting, while tending to be a bit boring, stella wasn't going to skip the occasion. it was better than being cooped up to her stuffed toys for warmth.

glancing towards the fellow members already gathered for the meeting, stella took a seat near the taller form of masie, a sweet girl, gaze drifting to the sickly leader with tinges of concern. sick - she seemed sick. not unlike pater had. a shudder ran downwards stella's spine, swaying coffee and cream infused fur and waving her cloak slightly in the reaction.

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