Submission (#7030) Approved
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7 October 2023, 18:56:23 CDT (1 year ago)
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7 October 2023, 21:05:51 CDT (1 year ago) by silversong
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Character Name: Brenda
Personality Blurb: Aloof, Bren doesn't want anything to do with anyone. He desires only the basics in life, food and sleep. Everything else is unnecessary for his one-track mind. Unfortunately, this also means he is prone to a few... uncultured habits, such as raiding trash at night or biting others when he feels threatened.
Prompt Response:
A soft brush sound; of leaves brushing against fur as a dark figure stalks thru the shrubs. His breathing was anxious. Though the moon had well risen into the sky and most Kitsu were asleep, he knew to expect the unexpected. A sniff into the night, and he picked up on something tasty, his worries forgotten as he whisked past a few darkened windows, ducking out of view out of habit and set his eyes on his prize.
An open window and a dim light, but something good rested on the sill, cooling in the night air, and his mouth watered.
One step, two.... he slunk closer, little grubby paws reaching for the prize. But suddenly there was a shadow at the window, and a deep rumbling hiss escaped him and he snatched his prize and took off into the night before the figure could even process the missing bread.
The prize was won, but when Bren had returned to his nest in one of the thick trees, he quickly dropped it, his little paws throbbing from the pain of being burned, and he shoved them into his mouth in an attempt to cool them down, his eyes watering.
His gaze drifted to his prize and, with a very full-of-paw mouth, he made a disgruntled noise; Just a few grumbling noises as he held a grudge against this small, inanimate object that was both delicious and poison. He kicked a foot at it, careful not to touch it but expressing his disgust, and turned away from it with a huff.
He would eat it, sure, but at that moment, he had paws to cool.
Personality Blurb: Aloof, Bren doesn't want anything to do with anyone. He desires only the basics in life, food and sleep. Everything else is unnecessary for his one-track mind. Unfortunately, this also means he is prone to a few... uncultured habits, such as raiding trash at night or biting others when he feels threatened.
Prompt Response:
A soft brush sound; of leaves brushing against fur as a dark figure stalks thru the shrubs. His breathing was anxious. Though the moon had well risen into the sky and most Kitsu were asleep, he knew to expect the unexpected. A sniff into the night, and he picked up on something tasty, his worries forgotten as he whisked past a few darkened windows, ducking out of view out of habit and set his eyes on his prize.
An open window and a dim light, but something good rested on the sill, cooling in the night air, and his mouth watered.
One step, two.... he slunk closer, little grubby paws reaching for the prize. But suddenly there was a shadow at the window, and a deep rumbling hiss escaped him and he snatched his prize and took off into the night before the figure could even process the missing bread.
The prize was won, but when Bren had returned to his nest in one of the thick trees, he quickly dropped it, his little paws throbbing from the pain of being burned, and he shoved them into his mouth in an attempt to cool them down, his eyes watering.
His gaze drifted to his prize and, with a very full-of-paw mouth, he made a disgruntled noise; Just a few grumbling noises as he held a grudge against this small, inanimate object that was both delicious and poison. He kicked a foot at it, careful not to touch it but expressing his disgust, and turned away from it with a huff.
He would eat it, sure, but at that moment, he had paws to cool.
Rewards
| Reward | Amount |
|---|---|
| Monster Caramel | 1 |
| Silver | 20 |
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