06-11-2018, 04:17 PM
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The smooth white sand enveloped his paws as the feline lay upon the beach, his eyelids gently shut to prevent his icy blue hues from entering the sight of others. His tail slowly raised upward and, no faster than before, plummeted to the calming sands of Barracuda Bay. His muscles no longer tensed, yet they were still seemingly rippling under his luxurious fur. He wasn't intending to engage in any activity anyway—he'd done his share of work, the whole lot of it that stemmed from the hunt to the patrol, and he was prepared to set himself down and relax.
He felt himself slip into a realm of peaceful slumber until his blue gaze was fully in view, his eyelids immediately jerked open by some intrusive thought. Not yet, сука!
The immense mortal form of the Siberian tiger lifted itself from its rest, grains of sand falling from the white pelt, some grains more stubborn than the rest. Iosef gave himself a firm shake to relieve himself of the last bits to at least look somewhat presentable to the rest of the Typhoon. It was this week that he offered to relieve Pincher of the deed of weekly tasks, and he was a man of his word. How else was he to gain the captain's respect as a crewmate? Certainly not with tardiness!
His eyes set on the magnificent, godly form of none other than Tofu the Turtle, a beautiful icon honored and treasured by all who inhabited the Typhoon's domain. She would do for the quick gathering of his crewmates. Gracefully but clearly in a hurried manner, the feline climbed upon the back of the great beast, standing above the center of Barracuda Bay. Yes, this would work out just fine. "Crewmates, get your asses over here for weekly tasks!"
The smooth white sand enveloped his paws as the feline lay upon the beach, his eyelids gently shut to prevent his icy blue hues from entering the sight of others. His tail slowly raised upward and, no faster than before, plummeted to the calming sands of Barracuda Bay. His muscles no longer tensed, yet they were still seemingly rippling under his luxurious fur. He wasn't intending to engage in any activity anyway—he'd done his share of work, the whole lot of it that stemmed from the hunt to the patrol, and he was prepared to set himself down and relax.
He felt himself slip into a realm of peaceful slumber until his blue gaze was fully in view, his eyelids immediately jerked open by some intrusive thought. Not yet, сука!
The immense mortal form of the Siberian tiger lifted itself from its rest, grains of sand falling from the white pelt, some grains more stubborn than the rest. Iosef gave himself a firm shake to relieve himself of the last bits to at least look somewhat presentable to the rest of the Typhoon. It was this week that he offered to relieve Pincher of the deed of weekly tasks, and he was a man of his word. How else was he to gain the captain's respect as a crewmate? Certainly not with tardiness!
His eyes set on the magnificent, godly form of none other than Tofu the Turtle, a beautiful icon honored and treasured by all who inhabited the Typhoon's domain. She would do for the quick gathering of his crewmates. Gracefully but clearly in a hurried manner, the feline climbed upon the back of the great beast, standing above the center of Barracuda Bay. Yes, this would work out just fine. "Crewmates, get your asses over here for weekly tasks!"
[glow=#0097a3,2,300]LOSERS WEEPERS[/glow] — ❆
haha rip these goofs