gonna shock ya, cody | open, meet and greet

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    Had she done this already? Eh, who cared. Most of her life had been getting used to her surroundings. But now she wanted to get out and about, maybe climb the ranks again, who knew. "Hey everyone! Gather around for a meet and greet~" the leopard called sweetly from the center of Tempesta, where she sat and made herself comfortable to meet some new folks and old folks. Potential allies, for her.

    IT'S GONNA GO DOWN IN FLAMES & TAGS

    — she rules her life like a fine skylark

    Well, she hadn’t done very well in settling into clean life after joining, finding it difficult to involve herself shortly afterwards as she decided maybe here was a good place to start, she didn’t know this person, and they were calling for a meet and greet, seemed alright. “Hello,” She started as the galaxy pelted wolf padded upwards and sat herself down nearby and gave a smile to the two people she had yet to meet, “I’m Melinoë.” She finished as she scanned over the other two with a silvered gaze as she rested her eyes finally on Mingan.


    //mobile + hella rushed, sorry!


    tags | "Speech"


    Gabe and Melinoe. She assumed these were new faces, as she didn't see them when she was alive. Play it cool, Mingan. Be nice. Make some friends. In time they'll be your allies. A small smile made its way on her features. "Hello. It's wonderful to meet you two! I'm Mingan."

    IT'S GONNA GO DOWN IN FLAMES & TAGS

    God that tone was disruptive. Fucking people and their sugar tongues. As far as she was concerned, people whose tones were sickly sweet were annoying. Winning her over with a whole lot of bullshit sure as hell wouldn't work, and wouldn't boost her chances of making an ally of Desirare. Not that she really needed to try. Her loyalty was to the Thunderlands and it's members rather than anyone in particular. Not that she liked it around here. The bad memories were powerful within these borders despite the changes in territory and assemble of members. Plus there were at least four faces she recognized within the group, most of which she would have kicked in the face if they hadn't ended up as her clanmates again.


    She inwardly cringed at the sound of a kitten's squeaky voice and essentially lost what patience she might have retained once Melon whatever started speaking. She stood stubbornly by what she had decided a year or so ago. English was a shitty language. Whatever, she didn't have to pay attention to either of them. The one who was in the middle of this meet and greet sounded like a fucking nuisance. It was a female, and she was some breed of domesticated canine. She couldn't name those for shit. "Desirare," she uttered her name and nothing more, disinterest causing a sheet of ice to form over her mint-green oculars as she observed the shorter creature. Mingan, huh. Whatever, she'd at least attempt to remember it.

       

    Another new face who went by the name of Desiare- no, Desirare. A unique name, Mingan noted. And another new face. How many others had joined in the span of a mere few days? "It's wonderful to meet you as well, Desirare."

    IT'S GONNA GO DOWN IN FLAMES & TAGS