...And The Moon Was Hungry | Bonfire

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VATHMOS

[ABBR=Spotted Hyena, Female]INFORMATION[/abbr] ROLEPLAYER [abbr=Bloodrager 5]MISC.[/abbr]

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Vathmos didn't think there was any issue with her panting. It was normal function of her body. The fire was hot and the mud had built to an unnoticed weight on her, Like having long hair and cutting all of it off. She had been a bonfire in Tanglewood before, she had choked on a marshmallow a threw it up. She chuffed. Good times.
Vathmos didn't take Snarl for some kind of pyromaniac, or fire lover, but the smell of soot and ash that she radiated was clear evidence of it. She had to be doing something with fire and least every two days to keep up that smell. Aurum was saying her name, and she turned her head to him, closing her mouth as the loin pointed her panting and asked him about it.
She heard Snarl speak, and Vathmos' head turn to the other hyena with her ears pinned back. Maken-Kimel. There it was again. Something about her name. That must be some sort of insult in her culture. Something stupid like that. She clenched her jaw for a moment, eyes narrowing for a moment, then catching herself and regaining composure. "Actually, Aurum, I'm perfectly fine." Guess a little panting was some kind of weakness in her eyes. Barseteearrude. Vathmos stood, squaring her shoulders. "Snarl, would you mind using my actual name."

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