who the fuck are you? // private

★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; margin-top: -6px][hr]Barisol had quickly found out that the group seemed to be inhabited with a multitude of tigers. Not that they were complaining, but it was slightly amusing to see. Barisol stood out because of their pelt though, which was a cream bordering on yellow with darker stripes. Beh, no matter. It was not time to be thinking of such things.

They quickly found Micheal lounging in the sun, a quizzical frown on their maw. They didn't think they'd met him before, had they? 'Let's say hi!' Behemo gushed in a airy voice as Levia dryly growled a, 'No.' After a brief power struggle, the Barisol twins found themselves approaching the other tiger. "Hello!" It was Behemo who had greeted Micheal. "How are you? We don't think we've met you before, our name is Barisol." He cheerily greeted him with a wave of his paw.[/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe [/size]

★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; margin-top: -6px][hr]'Well then,' Behemo simply huffs in their little nook of their mental world, 'My word, these savages could use a lesson on how to interact with others; a life of killing is no reason to throw proper decorum out the window.' He continued raving about the importance of such things, up until Levia decided to take control of the situation as Behemo was too angry to continue. Dear her, he was simply too dramatic sometimes. "My brother decided to say hi," She began plainly, eyeing Michael with disinterest. "My apologies, but I have to continue this conversation unless I want to hear him whine all afternoon." Her words were bitter and curt, and with that she sat themselves down.

"Now; let us commence. What is your name." Oh, Behemo's anger was just palpable by this point.[/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe [/size]