Meridianhart Tribe (open and accepting)
Aug 20, 2021 19:41:19 GMT -5
Post by Lily~Myth on Aug 20, 2021 19:41:19 GMT -5
Zane: (~Goldensplash~, Shadowrunner)
Zane’s eyes went wide and his imagination running wild, but it was kind of hard to see the mild-mannered baker breathing fire. He ate another cookie when a young girl- older than him though came walking in, he was a little suspicious but since the two seemed to know each other he figured she was okay. “Morning, am I that popular?” He said his greeting to the newcomer which she too was dragonfolk- the fangs seemed to be a common trend and having some scales too. “I’m Zane by the way, want a cookie?” The boy also added while handing the girl one of the warm cookies.
Finley Aspenfield
“Alright then, I’ll leave you be- I’ve got some work of my own to do.” Finley said with a small laugh and lightly tapping the book tucked under their arm, one of the many ‘secret’ books that keep adding to the seemingly endless yet hidden collection. However, this book contained of places from around the tribe’s territory and beyond. The hope was that they would find something to help in the paper of the boy’s origins.
Alphonso Dimas (forgot about Chief pastry here lol). {Game caught/hunted is carried by the hunter by a makeshift carrier/pack of rope, once taken to camp it is taken to the windmill where it will be processed} (also nice~ )
“Then you gotta wake up before dawn, in my fledgling days i once woke up camp at midnight….ah, Leif nearly killed me but it was worth it.” Alphonso chuckled at the memory, “But dawn is the time.” He quickly added since he did not want a repeat of that early morning. The chief watched as she went into hunting mode and catching a pigeon. “Nice catch! Yep, roasted pigeon’s a great treat.” Grinning from ear to ear with pride, for a moment he forget the fact that there was possible bandits in the territory.
Zane’s eyes went wide and his imagination running wild, but it was kind of hard to see the mild-mannered baker breathing fire. He ate another cookie when a young girl- older than him though came walking in, he was a little suspicious but since the two seemed to know each other he figured she was okay. “Morning, am I that popular?” He said his greeting to the newcomer which she too was dragonfolk- the fangs seemed to be a common trend and having some scales too. “I’m Zane by the way, want a cookie?” The boy also added while handing the girl one of the warm cookies.
Finley Aspenfield
“Alright then, I’ll leave you be- I’ve got some work of my own to do.” Finley said with a small laugh and lightly tapping the book tucked under their arm, one of the many ‘secret’ books that keep adding to the seemingly endless yet hidden collection. However, this book contained of places from around the tribe’s territory and beyond. The hope was that they would find something to help in the paper of the boy’s origins.
Alphonso Dimas (forgot about Chief pastry here lol). {Game caught/hunted is carried by the hunter by a makeshift carrier/pack of rope, once taken to camp it is taken to the windmill where it will be processed} (also nice~ )
“Then you gotta wake up before dawn, in my fledgling days i once woke up camp at midnight….ah, Leif nearly killed me but it was worth it.” Alphonso chuckled at the memory, “But dawn is the time.” He quickly added since he did not want a repeat of that early morning. The chief watched as she went into hunting mode and catching a pigeon. “Nice catch! Yep, roasted pigeon’s a great treat.” Grinning from ear to ear with pride, for a moment he forget the fact that there was possible bandits in the territory.