To whom the bell tolls // Visiting

[Scyllios]

I NEED TO PURGE MY URGES!

Gentle pawsteps led the maned wolf to the gate, her tentacle tail swaying gently. An annoyed huff left them as their pearly eyes stared up at the bell. Scyllios' ears flattened, and they heaved upon the rope, wincing at the loud bell's toll. Once the ringing had ceased, they sat down elegantly to wait. Part of their watery soul wished to see that one Typhooner again - a familar face to hopefully back them up in their wishes to visit, and possibly make a double alliance.

SHAME, SHAME, SHAME!

[Colortheory]

  [font=trebuchet ms]Ah, a newcomer- and one wiser than herself, at that, given that they had elected to come by the railways instead of attempting to sail in. Arriving a short time after the ringing of the bell, Colortheory arrived on the scene, standing tall as she strode up to the... maned wolf? Maned shark? Octopus wolf? Sharktopus? The Leviathan, she decided, in her mind. Leviathan is much cooler than any portmanteau could be.

  Grinning, Colortheory dipped her head in greeting. "Salutations, stranger!" she spoke, looking back up and twitching her ears. "I am Colortheory the Radiant, crewmate of the Typhoon. What may I call you, and what brings you to this wonderful island of ours?"

[Scyllios]

"Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land" ♆ tags ── Pearly eyes stared down the iridescent feline, blue fur buffeting in a gentle breeze. Gently, they tried to tap into Colortheory's mind, "I am Scyllios. Apology for intrusion, I am mute. Wish to join Typhoon under.... dual alliance." And they shook their fur, air cold against their slick tail. Again, Scyllios attempted to tap into her mind, "You are indeed quite radiant."

[shinigami sakigami]

⸺ SHINIGAMI S ⸺

do you really think I’m the villain?

The spry wolf had been observing nearby, a metaphorical brow cocked as Colortheory approached. Confusion contorted itself into her features as she let out a light snort just before moving closer. This strange creature had a tentacle tail, lord what were the odds? Was every newcomer going to be insufferably weird?

As she strode closer, her bright blue eyes locked on and analyzed. They weren’t speaking, but they did appear to understand what was said to them. Shinigami thought for a moment before the realization struck, and she nodded her head. Perhaps they communicated differently?

"TALKING"

[Cobra]

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BOOTS — CAT — MALE — 12 MONTHS — SINGLE — THE TYPHOON

[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #B2FFA9;"]now what in the heavens was going on here? the male sashed over and plopped his rump down beside shinigami. ears forward as he waited to see if the other would speak. he was confused at the silence when it clicked. perhaps they were a mute?

that was not hard to see. it happened a lot, after all. blinking those eyes of deep blue, he offered a smile. not wanting to worry the other with the sudden numbers. after all, they seemed nice enough.

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