03-26-2022, 02:27 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — ɪɴꜰᴇʀɴᴏ | ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴄʀᴏᴡ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ | ᴄɪᴘʜᴇʀ-ᴠᴀɴᴛᴀꜱ | ʙɪᴏ
ɪᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ | ɪᴄ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ
this was a good task. simple, but enough to satisfy her creative mind. leaving the area she pursed her lips and mused at to how and what to bring to the nursery to make it better? perhaps she could bring heaps of flowers and strew them around the ground? no, the kids would choke on them and die. thinking this she giggled to her self, a manic burst, but quietened down once more as she approached the nursery. poking her head in to identify a mother she grinned. "i'm here to redecorate/make pretty the nursery!" the other lifted her head in a reluctant acceptance and inferno turned and skipped off, heading in a direction to find some flowers.
a good while later and a huge leatherskin full of plants and flowers that made her fur smell much sweeter than it naturally was, she arrived back at the nursery, jaws sore and neck hanging low, bag on the ground. she let go, stretched. god this was tiring! but she had a beautiful assortment of roses, honeysuckles, lavenders, poppies, everything to brag about! she even managed to find some moss that could be a potential source of water! she laid everything out in small, neat piles, mused at the nursery. it was kinda close to the grotto so she had to make sure nothing was lying about for medics to trip over.
so she started. with a faint plan in mind but inspiration grew as her mind worked overtime, lacing plants and weaving them between the materials that make up the nursery. sometimes mumbling an apology if she made too much noise, sometimes laughing uncontrollably at how well this was working, she for sure was causing a ruckus. but who the hell cares? romulus the kingpin man had told her to do this so now she was doing it.
ᴏᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ!
anyone who rps a mom feel free to play out the interaction with the mom! and i know inferno's taking this waaaay off track but she's a lil crazy so excuse her!
"ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ"
ɪᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ | ɪᴄ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ
this was a good task. simple, but enough to satisfy her creative mind. leaving the area she pursed her lips and mused at to how and what to bring to the nursery to make it better? perhaps she could bring heaps of flowers and strew them around the ground? no, the kids would choke on them and die. thinking this she giggled to her self, a manic burst, but quietened down once more as she approached the nursery. poking her head in to identify a mother she grinned. "i'm here to redecorate/make pretty the nursery!" the other lifted her head in a reluctant acceptance and inferno turned and skipped off, heading in a direction to find some flowers.
a good while later and a huge leatherskin full of plants and flowers that made her fur smell much sweeter than it naturally was, she arrived back at the nursery, jaws sore and neck hanging low, bag on the ground. she let go, stretched. god this was tiring! but she had a beautiful assortment of roses, honeysuckles, lavenders, poppies, everything to brag about! she even managed to find some moss that could be a potential source of water! she laid everything out in small, neat piles, mused at the nursery. it was kinda close to the grotto so she had to make sure nothing was lying about for medics to trip over.
so she started. with a faint plan in mind but inspiration grew as her mind worked overtime, lacing plants and weaving them between the materials that make up the nursery. sometimes mumbling an apology if she made too much noise, sometimes laughing uncontrollably at how well this was working, she for sure was causing a ruckus. but who the hell cares? romulus the kingpin man had told her to do this so now she was doing it.
ᴏᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ!
anyone who rps a mom feel free to play out the interaction with the mom! and i know inferno's taking this waaaay off track but she's a lil crazy so excuse her!
"ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ"
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baby viper | cobra's daughter