05-05-2020, 08:30 PM
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The vulpine twitched his ears, hazel eyes quick to note the feline-hybrid most likely felt uncomfortable under the sun; the presence of gills suggested an unfortunate preference for moisture. The Pitt retained half of their jungle, at least.
Gael held back a frown at the sight of a cigarette -- disdain for smoke more than ingrained within the faerie. Instead, he focused on addressing the stranger, voice impassive. "Who are you? And why have you come here?"
♛ GAEL Ó BROIN
Once more, the vulpine found himself approaching an unfamiliar face. The hybrid before him seemed to be an adult however, unlike his most recent encounter -- he lacked the prevailing scent of any of the Pitt's neighbors as well.The vulpine twitched his ears, hazel eyes quick to note the feline-hybrid most likely felt uncomfortable under the sun; the presence of gills suggested an unfortunate preference for moisture. The Pitt retained half of their jungle, at least.
Gael held back a frown at the sight of a cigarette -- disdain for smoke more than ingrained within the faerie. Instead, he focused on addressing the stranger, voice impassive. "Who are you? And why have you come here?"
"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / vicar / lamby