Posts by Twee Zephyr

Dwaal stuttered shyly for a moment, had Breathing Snowflakes voiced her first impression of him, it would've been spot-on. The tom gestured to Silentsong That's Silentsong, she's mute. And I'm Dwaal Apricity, You can call me Dwaal. he wanted to say a bit more, maybe about how the meaning of thier names were simmilar, or how he had already thought up a nickname U-uhm, How do you like Bree, as a niickname? He offered a small smile and breathed in the scent of his lamb

Dwaal looked down at his basket How did She know... the tom was rendered speechlees for a moment, before gently reaching in his basket, and pulling out the lamb. He had rested it in Bree's out-streached paw by the time he realized she had asked something else B-breathe just sounds alot like 'Bree' I g-guess he mentaly cursed his studdering and stepped back a bit, giving the She-Cat her space, while keeping his eyes trained on his beloved keepsake

The majority of the stuffed animal was an off-white color, much like his own pelt, with white ears, tail, and face, and a light pink ribbon loosely tied in a bow around its neck. It was obviously made by humans, the smooth black bead eyes, the mouth made of pink thread, and the almost invisable hole in its ear signaled as such. Its torso and legs were filled with vanilla-scented beads, while its head was filled with what mightve been cotten, and it seemed to be about the size of Dwaal's Front leg.

Dwaal looked up at the mention of gifts, he padded over, asuming it would be rude to just barge in and take something H-hello.

Her name's Agora, after my sister. Dwaal was overcome with memmories for a moment, but imediatly wiped them away, as he was afraid he was about to cry. He quickly wiped a paw over his face as a precaution, and indeed, his blue eyes had been watering. He blink the last of the tears away and looked down, suddenly having the urge to reach for the Lamb.

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Dwaal padded towards the scene, Curious to see what was going on.

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--The short brown haired boy checked his bag one last time, his lamb, ammo, a dagger, his sewing set (of course he would be the only one who could repair everyones clothes) his drawing notebook, a few pencils an eraser and sharpener, and a pair of matches, he had the sniper rifle that was almost as big as him slung over his shoulder, but now he wasnt so sure that he could run with it. He put the rifle down, and switched out the ammo for a book, he then slid the dagger into the shealth on his belt I t-think I'm ready he stood next to his mute friend and closed his eyes, trying to calm his beating heart.
//Muse please stay with me!

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--Dwaal was slightly intriged by thier names, and personality They're practically oppistes. he continued watchin in silence, waiting for a chance to introduce himself to the pair.

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--Dwaal looked into the basket of goodies Ill take these. he picked out a stem of lavender and a corn muffin, he was about to put in his own basket, which -had just realized- he had failed to bring, so he took a bite of the muffin, and set the lavender down on his head Thanks, I'm Dwaal.
//They're exactly the same age, but whatever ill just go with it XD

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--Dwaal smiled nervously up at Olivia, the Thirteen-year-old had failed at calming himself, and now was just glad that there were others here, even if they werent related by blood Thank, for picking up my rifle he had felt sorta bad leaving it behing. If aanything he guessed he was the scout of the groupp, or maybe the Sniper... he wouuld be somewhere contributing to a fight, while being a safe distance away

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