01-09-2023, 11:20 PM
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[/td][/tr][/table]Lets play a game
Nyria never had the thought to step paws in more warmer climates, her body more equipped for the colder climates, and the feeling of the heavy air in her lungs did not feel all that well. However, Nyria figured the best way for her tiny group to get a paw into the world is if one... or more, created trouble for the others. Playing pretend and acting friendly to the other groups. Piercing blue eyes settling on the swamp with hidden disgust for the heavy air. She smelled of rosemary and snow, her fur black as night while the only striking thing about her was the blue and gold paint on her body that were like markings. Her twin tail moved with ease as she shifted them to settling down, awaiting for someone to approach her, to ask why she stood where she was.
Of course, she would never let her true intentions be known to the group. She'll act like their friend, gain their trust, and when the time has come? She will crush it benath her paws like a weed trying to stubbornly grow. Long ears swerving as she heard a noise, she began to adjust herself, making herself more presentable as the diresune's gaze dropped onto the stranger who had approach. "Hello there, I'm Nyria, I've heard about this place and wished to join" she said sweetly, her voice oozing like honey while the venom was easily hidden underneath all those sweetly spoken words, tail twitching as she awaited for the other to state what they had to.
Of course, she would never let her true intentions be known to the group. She'll act like their friend, gain their trust, and when the time has come? She will crush it benath her paws like a weed trying to stubbornly grow. Long ears swerving as she heard a noise, she began to adjust herself, making herself more presentable as the diresune's gaze dropped onto the stranger who had approach. "Hello there, I'm Nyria, I've heard about this place and wished to join" she said sweetly, her voice oozing like honey while the venom was easily hidden underneath all those sweetly spoken words, tail twitching as she awaited for the other to state what they had to.
"Speak", [color=#80A4ED]thoughts
NYRIA STARK.