HEAR THIS SILENT PRAYER | OPEN, TAROT READING

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    Perhaps he had a rocky start with some of his lodge mates for the time being. Zhivko was a creature of the wild, all gnashing teeth and glinting eyes and snarled claws; he was forged from dead leaves and soil, adrenaline from the chase. He wasn’t threatening or inept, but he was an unnatural hybrid of domestication and the breath of the wild itself, so it wasn’t unreasonable for him to want some fun.


    But his past wasn’t all chaos and shame. He came from an elaborate background full of untapped mysteries. Under the thick veil of night he went out to play, but for the sake of his debut, he meandered about camp during the safety hour of dusk when several were still out and about. Red eyes illuminated in the shadows, he sat calmly before a wooden crate, crafted cards placed delicately on the tabletop before him, and waited once again for acknowledgement.


    //so! during the readings just say oocly what you want to be mentioned! :^)

    Narukami did not consider card-based superstitions as fun, though he recognized that little of what he did lately was for the sake of entertainment. He did not necessarily require the amusement, so long as he had a purpose to devote himself to, and he knew many might see him as unbearably dull, but so be it. There were more important matters than laughter, weren't there? He wanted to believe that. He did, but not entirely, and he was increasingly aware of Niko's silence with each day that passed, slumping over the distance between them as though he might be able to stretch far enough across it. Narukami hadn't spent much time with Rosemont, either, and he felt...no. He was fine. There were higher priorities to concern himself with.


    Nonetheless, he was curious about what one of their newest members was playing at, sitting before a crate with cards splayed out before him. "What is this? A game?" The cards were in Zhivko's direction, so perhaps not a game between two people. A show of some sorts?

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    IM JUST A FULL TANK AWAY FROM FREEDOM —


                "Tarot cards." The girl bluntly responded, coming up beside Narukami. Leifsdottir didn't believe in superstition in the slightest, so tarot cards seemed like little more than a time waster. A meaningless activity that preyed on those with too much idealism, trying to make something out of nothing. She understood why, of course - sometimes you wanted some affirmation that you were going in the right direction - but still didn't feel comfortable with them. That being said, she wanted to have a go at the very, just to see what th fuss was about


    "Are you offering your services?"


    /if you could mention that she'll be reunited soon with a lost loved one that'd be cool :0 + mobile

               

    [ this is so cool!! to put it lightly, vladimir is going to be a radicalist/mass murderer, so maybe he could hint at that? and his downfall (aka death) will be unexpected and a shook c: ]


    vladimir did not like superstitions or tarot cards or anything of the sorts. they were only useful to those who were easily manipulated and trustful of others. but nonetheless, he was curious to learn more of his clan mates for vital information down the line, and sometimes that meant he had to force himself to do stuff. this activity would be one example of him doing just that. the pure white canine approached and sat down; an uneasy air surrounding his frame. indifferent dual-coloured eyes simply stared at the one who was behind the tabletop, and his gaze did not waver once. if or when he was addressed, he would then speak.

    ARCANESECRET

    ☆ blizzardclan paladin trainee | bio ☆

    ah, tarot reading. arcane had studied about this mysterious practice, but had never actually taken it up. fortune telling and other mystic means had always interested him, as a spiritual creature.


    the canine approached quietly, his eyes catching upon the cards meticulously placed upon the wooden crate. "ooh, how interesting." he only commented, glancing at zvhinko before his eyes darted upon those strange cards again.


    [ he could hint at arcane losing his australian shepherd body as a result of death, and shifting to another one? or you could just hint at his death c: ]