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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12px;]It hadnt been very long at all since he'd first been here. What was it? A day? Maybe two? All the brute knew was that since their first encounter, he couldnt get the Skull's feisty captain out of his head. It was strange, seeing the beast all lovestruck like some puppy, but truth be told he had developed a crush. Did she feel the same? Who knew, but Vin wasnt one to just sit around and let things happen. If he wanted something, he was going to go out and get it, and right now he wanted a beautiful snow leopard by the name of Lyra. The bouquet of lilies he carried in his jaws were a constant and nerve-wracking reminder of why he was lingering on the border of the Skulls. All he could do now was hope she wouldn't reject him and send him running home with his tail between his legs. "Lyra?" He murmured gruffly, setting the flowers at his feet.



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    "Whom might you be?" The feline was out chatting with a few monkeys before they stared shrieking and left him without a goodbye. Which led him to hearing the tiger's voice and immediately knowing that the mammals fled because of the large predator. Was he mad? No, but trying to communicate with creatures that either wanted to mess with you or run from you wasn't easy. The brown tom was gazing up at the black striped male, blinking his eye a few times with his head tilted to the side. The nature spirit really wanted to know why he was here for Lyra. Yes, he saw the bouquet of lilies, but that doesn't mean anything to him. While he was basically the only male here most of the time (aside from his son), he was very protective of his crew. Especially since most of them were younger than him. Sometimes he felt like they were all his children, and those daddy instincts usually kicked in whenever another male arrives. Tail tip twitching, he didn't introduce himself or say anything else. Right now he just wanted to know who the hell was this and it better not be some asshole that'll break Lyra's heart— else they'll deal with a very pissed nature spirit.
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    [spoiler=tags]GENERAL
    ♦ Kodiak Peiratís
    ♦ Leshy/Nature spirit/Fairy
    ♦ Cis male
    ♦ Physically 28 months old
    ♦ Actually 140 million years old
    ♦ First Mate (Deputy) of The Skulls
    ♦ Member of BlizzardClan
    ♦ Demiromantic pansexual
    ♦ No crushes
    ♦ Single


    BODIES
    [b]DOMESTIC FELINE
    A tall, brown colored tom with sleek fur that has a glossy sheen to it and it quite soft to the touch. His paws a bigger than a usual house cat's and also lack claws. Deer antlers are beginning to grow out of his head, and they're only two inches long. His singular eye is a dark green coloration that can be occasionally mistaken as black. The other eye is blind and covered by an eyepatch due to being attacked by a bear.
    Injuries: No current ones.
    Scars: Five bear claw marks over the right eye.



    ABILITIES
    ♦ Ability to shrink and grow
    ♦ Elements (earth, water and air)
    ♦ Flower prints
    ♦ Shapeshifting
    ♦ Take away pain
    ♦ Telepathy
    ♦ Teleportation


    FIGHTING
    ♦ Extremely hard mentally
    ♦ Extremely hard physically
    ♦ Attack in lightgreen or risked being ignored
    ♦ All friendly powerplay (hugs, healing, etc.) are allowed


    Links
    ♦ Biography
    ♦ Heartchart/Opinions
    ♦ Plotting


    IMPORTANT FACTS
    ♦ Smells like morning dew and lavender
    ♦ Only acknowledges his kids with the Peiratís last name
    ♦ Takes dirt naps when injured badly
    ♦ Has killed a shit ton of humans
    ♦ Will take other people's stuff due to his kleptomania

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    #capnlyra




    INTERACTION
    ♦ lyra thorne bristol.
    ♦ the skulls.
    ♦ loyal captain.
    ♦ hover for powers.
    ♦ attack in black.
    ♦ single.
    ♦ click the hearts in signature for links.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12px;]The sound of a voice that wasnt Lyra's reached his ears, and truth be told it slightly annoyed him. He was only here for one reason; to see her. Turning his emotionless black oculars on the first mate, he offered a short nod before accompanying it with his name. "Vintagemisery." Seeing as the other feline hadnt asked for anything else, he wouldn't give anything else. But it didnt really matter, seeing as the leopardess he had come to see had shown up just at that moment anyways. At first a smile crept its way onto his features, but at her snappy reply he frowned. Had he done something wrong? Perhaps she was mad at him because he was supposed to be her 'prisoner', not out and about wandering freely. Regardless, he careless approached the femme, dropping the flowers at her feet with a soft wink. "I brought these for you... I wanted to see how you were doing." There wasnt any particular reason for his little show of affection, truly, he had just wanted to see her again.



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    lmao "and those daddy instincts usually kicked in whenever another male arrives" Sel would not appreciate that one bit
    "Ohhhhhhhh boy." She said with a laugh that bordered on cackle, sauntering over and plopping down next to Lyra. "He got it bad." Holding out her paw to shake, the feline gave Vintagemisery a smile. "'M Sel."
    Sel pls no
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    INTERACTION
    ♦ lyra thorne bristol.
    ♦ the skulls.
    ♦ loyal captain.
    ♦ hover for powers.
    ♦ attack in black.
    ♦ single.
    ♦ click the hearts in signature for links.
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    		 [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; border: 1px solid black; background: #1f1f1f; padding:10px; font-size: 8pt; color:#808080; width:270px; height: 239px; overflow:auto;]The wink was enough to send her face ablaze with a violent blush. Head back a bit, she lowered her gaze to see the flowers at her paws. Now, the Captain was a serious and collected individual that had taken many lives in battle. But one war she could never win, was love. Perhaps it was a bit too early to say such about this young brute, but she was riding along next to that track called love. Quick to fall in feelings, she slowly rose her eyes to see his stupid handsome face. "V-" The leopardess stopped herself and looked to Kodiak that stood at her side. For some kind of guidance, she searched her First Mate's face.




    Gosh, now Sel was here. With a shake of her head to clear this disoriented state, she let out a small cough. "U-erm... Thank you, Vin." Her inner self was smashing into walls and clawing out her fur, practically going into insanity. This was a simple show for affection, but Lyra was a hopeless romantic, secretly. How could he like her? Vintagemisery was suave and.. Slow down. 'Figure it out.' "Why? Because I've been... m-merciful to my prisoner?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.
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