some might say we're armed and dangerous // o, sunhaven

[div style="letter-spacing: 1px;"]i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies ----- information
I'LL TELL YOU MY SINS AND YOU CAN SHARPEN YOUR KNIFE !
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[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:50%;font-family:georgia;font-size:11px"]Sylvina always enjoyed whenever the melodic sound of the entrance bell would reach her ears. It possessed a simple yet effective tune that notified the members of the Typhoon whenever someone seeked attention at the border mark - typically those of who were looking to join the ranks. However, there had been multiple instances within her short span of life that other civilized groups had come forth to solicit or entreat Pincher with clan matters. Her father was most definitely a businessman and it would seem that the quality had passed down to his daughter, her mind enjoying the intracancies that grownups spoke so seriously about.

The Bengal kitten would pad towards her gathered crewmates only to place herself upon her haunches besides Fischer, the domestic’s body dwarfed by the older female. Sylvina would flash her olive gaze to rest upon each of the strangers momentarily — they seemed not to pose any inate threat, and in actuality wanted an alliance of sorts. That was always good, right?

The ebony pelted kit would listen idly as Ja’sunna introduced the various trade items that their group — Sunhaven, was it? — had to offer. At the mention of weapons, Sylvina’s ears would immediately prick with interest as her maw already began to form a response. ”Got anything small enough for me?” She’d inquire with a sense of excitement lacing her voice as she instinctively stood up to learn more. Recently she had been craving a quaint knife of sorts to sling over her shoulders, its use mainly for that of chopping down the overgrowth within the jungle’s terrain. It could get quite difficult out there.

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