YOU QUIVER AND A SHAKE, QUAKE / typhoon

Nicabar didn't know who Goldenluxery was. He knew the smell of the Typhoon only by what he'd been told it had smelled like, and it seemed as though it was right in the description, at least for the most part. He heard Delilah speaking to the other - Goldie - and he watched the other for a moment. Her stance, her eyes, she was sad. Nicabar wouldn't push as to why though, as it was none of his business.

Coming to a stop beside the pink dragon, the serval would look over to the other nodding his head slightly in the words that Deliliah has spoken. They had bad news. His eyes would flicker to his paws for a moment, head following as he tried to think of his own words to speak to follow that blow. Goldie didn't quite know the bad news yet, but he was sure whoever she was she wouldn't like it. Looking back up towards the other, he would finally speak. "My name's Nicabar, I hope next time we meet it won't be during circumstances like these..." He swallowed his own spit, throat becoming dry for a moment as he thought back to the raid that had happened only days before. "The Pitt raided us a few days ago." He'd begin the words, but couldn't quite finish them, and could only hope Delilah was able to.  "speech"

[glow=black,2,300]— [abbr=nicabar | 14 months | small serval, babyface | soul vessel | demigod, son of Jupiter]✘[/abbr] —[/glow]