03-18-2018, 10:42 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]The fear of drowning was a rational one, but not one that Venus ever quite had come to fear genuinely. Despite being born by the seaside, Venus scarcely ever got to hear the gentle lapping of the waves drifting onto the shore as the tides shifted with the movement of the moon. It was a breathtaking sight to behold yes, but Venus did not resent where they had been brought up. The city life much suited the feline better. It was just in their nature. Yet then there were those whose lives were carved out by those same waves deprave in Venus' life - like forming canyons. One of those people just happened to be Atlantic and his rather unfortunate washing up on Tanglewood's door. Poor boy.
Following in the steps of Beck and Amunet came the silvery hued Angora, as sapphire hues eyes played by the sun's rays scanned over Atlantic's form with curiosity scrutinising and unforgiving. Trying to figure out this boy so carefree and lax. How? But no one even gave too much of a thought for this boy's peculiar behaviours, holding back Venus from probing Atlantic too much. "Got any special talents? Are you double-jointed by any chance?" Mocking the boy it was virtually indistinguishable from dead serious tone, Venus' lack of social skills shining through in the way they spoke to poor confused Atlantic. Venus' silvery head coking from one side to another as their gaze scoured the boy once more. "I'm Venus by the way, welcome to Tanglewood I guess. If you've got the talent." Chuckling at that one, Venus eagerly awaited Atlantic's response.
Following in the steps of Beck and Amunet came the silvery hued Angora, as sapphire hues eyes played by the sun's rays scanned over Atlantic's form with curiosity scrutinising and unforgiving. Trying to figure out this boy so carefree and lax. How? But no one even gave too much of a thought for this boy's peculiar behaviours, holding back Venus from probing Atlantic too much. "Got any special talents? Are you double-jointed by any chance?" Mocking the boy it was virtually indistinguishable from dead serious tone, Venus' lack of social skills shining through in the way they spoke to poor confused Atlantic. Venus' silvery head coking from one side to another as their gaze scoured the boy once more. "I'm Venus by the way, welcome to Tanglewood I guess. If you've got the talent." Chuckling at that one, Venus eagerly awaited Atlantic's response.