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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 4:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 11:16 am
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Phosphor was having a very good day. He'd been a captain for a few moons now and the feeling was finally starting to get comfortable. He was interviewing lions to take on Vikings to see if they'd fit in his crew and he was honestly surprised at how many were eager to join him. He was sure it was so they could get their paws on that Reaver title or some treasures to bring home and not so much because it was him that was the captain, but still. It was nice to see so many enthusiastic lions!
He strolled along the edge of the rocky shore, taking a walk by the sea to think about his band. So far he had two potential lions, one a young Freeborn who was aching to become a Reaver but that didn't have all the qualities of a typical Stormborn, and another who was older and battle-worn, a valuable asset to his growing group. Everyone was level-headed and he doubted they'd butt heads with him, which was good. But what he really needed was some bite, some spitfire, someone who wasn't afraid to leap before they looked...
The question from the lioness a few paces before him was carried on the wind to his ears and Phosphor had to grin. Well, if that wasn't good timing he didn't know what was.
"I'd say it would be a bit painful if you landed on those rocks but rather exhilarating if you managed to miss them," he said as he approached, peering over the side to the churning sea below. "Certainly a gamble, though."
Painted Moose Phew, sorry that took so long! Things are settling down now, my friend's wedding is over so I can focus on RP again X3
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 1:47 pm
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"Climbing...up a bull elephant?" Phosphor repeated, brows raising in surprise. "You say that as if you know what that feels like." He waited expectantly for her answer, curious now to know if she actually had done that. A bull elephant was no laughing matter, but this lioness was contemplating leaping off a cliff into impending doom. Something about her grin made him think that she was the adrenaline junkie type and, if she was, his mind was already working to proposition her to join his band after a test Viking. He currently had two males that were like him, steady and calculating, and while he was glad to have them they did need a loose cannon. Someone that would be willing to be the dummy, the distraction, the one to charge in headfirst without worrying about injury.
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