12-02-2020, 03:54 PM
Keona Ní Faoláin — the blind dealer
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The tiny dealer had to dig her paws into the sand to stop from pacing, her spotted tail flicking to and fro behind her in agitation. While they waited for everyone to quickly gather, her mind buzzed. They had enough time for something of a plan but... Seas.[div style="width: 490px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: .1.1; color: #386bab; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 2px;"][i]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin
Like Goldie, Keona preferred to be prepared. For anything. For everything. But none of Goldie's plans had accounted for that ambush. We'll get her back. We'll make him fall.
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Natyli wasted no time scrambling to the beach. On alert. It was her mother calling this meeting, not Goldie, and the youth felt uncertain. Wary. Keona looked antsy; a look the jaguar didn't see often at all. Something bad had happened.
Her mitch-matched hues flickered and bounced. As if things weren't already... She still felt off. Ry was... ... Natyli chewed the inside of her cheek, tail lashing once behind her. She raised her chin, ears perked and attentive.
come and fly away with me!
[align=right]Natyli Roux — the chimera