08-26-2020, 06:22 PM
[glow=grey,1,400]FOR ONCE, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST COME AND CHASE ME ? — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, THE TYPHOON, CREWMATE, 4 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
Aphra found comfort in the jungle; particularly, the poisonous plants gave her an odd sense of comfort. She loved foxgloves and how beautiful they looked, despite their poisons. Aphra's ears pricked as she heard Keona's voice, turning around and following the sound of the tiny she-cat's voice. Aphra frowned as she looked at what Salem was attempting to grow, her tail tip flicking. "What's the use of that ability?" Other than using it to grow herbs, Aphra honestly couldn't see any advantages to having the ability to grow plants.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]