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Drown in the promise - Takara - February 23, 2019
For @Cry permission thread
She could feel it, the spark. That little bit of fire that strips everyone of their moral compass, the tweak in scent that allows another to be signaled that you can become the primal beasts that you are. That is what the bard was going through. At first it was the sutble scent change but then the fire grew, that fuel that brought her near the center of her new home. She was searching, searching for one man in paticular but he was not the one she wanted. No, she knew that tha keeper was the one you have to go to to ask the simple question. To see if she could get the rights that were automatically given to he and his beautiful ivory mate, would she be permitted? She was not really mated, no matter her feelings toward the two companions she came with. Would he allow it?
RE: Drown in the promise - Cry - February 25, 2019
He was counting the several caches they held in the most northeastern front of the woods, passing quite a few namely places within. Tesoro Glade, one of the many that would soon host an abundance of flowers, fruit, and beauty was one of the few things. It was a magnificent place, even as it hivernated. He almost felt guilty for placing caches there, but the earth would grow to appreciate it soon enough.
The Phantom kept up his steady gait until he crossed the scene of a particuar russet woman. Not Phex, but one whom he hadn't had the opertunity to meet just yet. Issuing a soft chuff to her, he allowed himself to be seen amongst the dark foliage and sleeping flora by sound rather than sight. It wasn't until he stepped free from the brush to partake a "Hello", to the woman. "Settling in well?" he asked in case the conversation needed something a bit more friendly. He wanted her band to feel welcome here, regardless of their backgrounds. It would make the Family process much easier to deal.
The Phantom kept up his steady gait until he crossed the scene of a particuar russet woman. Not Phex, but one whom he hadn't had the opertunity to meet just yet. Issuing a soft chuff to her, he allowed himself to be seen amongst the dark foliage and sleeping flora by sound rather than sight. It wasn't until he stepped free from the brush to partake a "Hello", to the woman. "Settling in well?" he asked in case the conversation needed something a bit more friendly. He wanted her band to feel welcome here, regardless of their backgrounds. It would make the Family process much easier to deal.