ALL THAT HE INVESTED IN GOES, STRAIGHT TO HELL (open, joining)

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;]Powderpaw was already heading toward the scent of a stranger when they spoke. Smiling gently, the Siamese approached the stranger carefully. "There is! If you can, would you state your name and business?" They asked, tilting their head slightly in question when it was asked.

/rushed + mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]Quickcub Cormac[/size][/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;]GAEL VILLAGE — HISTORIAN — [abbr=5 months | mountain lion | former slave | shy | blind and deaf on left side | clawless | no family | Aphenphosmphobia (phobia of touch) | smol | no kill, maim, pm to capture]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr] — ATTACK IN [color=gold]GOLD[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;]The child walked over and he positioned himself near Powderpaw but not too close. He sat down and rubbed at the shackle around his left ankle. Being quiet so that the other could say what they wanted to say. His eyes stayed trained on the ground and he breathed out slowly and evenly.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]nyxa padded over, peering at the stranger with curiosity. it was a cat with a sweater? you usually didn't see that.
[size=3pt]a

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]nyxa gave him one of those looks, one that said seriously? then again, it was pretty easy to not know of their village: it was pretty secluded. "your in g-gael village, m-mister frisk." she greeted him. "i'm ny-nyxa xerses."
[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px red;width:472px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px red;color:#587687;text-transform:lowercase;text-align: justify;width:300px;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;margin-top:-34px]ooo! this guy had a really cool dress style, really. or, at least, a different one- the sweater was definitely cool, though. yeah, this is gael village! i'm travis, by the way, the cat said as he flew over, a goofy smile on his face. his landing was a little... shaky. oh well. [color=#A0142E]maybe you could, uh, join, for at least a little while? i mean- if you're lost, it'd be nice to get some rest, i'd think.

[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px red;color:#587687;text-transform:lowercase;text-align:justify;width:250px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;][align=center][spoiler=tags][justify]GENERAL;;
travis | male | 7 months | npc xx npc | adopted by kaijū | gael village | watchman (shp) | black cat with multicolored butterfly wings | single | bisexual | wimpy | imaginative | works hard | a huge dork like wow

POWERS;;
free powers

BODIES;;
domestic cat

INTERACTION;;
easy physically | medium mentally | no kill/major injure | pm about capture | pm for plots | attack in [color=#A0142E]#A0142E and/or bold[/fancypost]