Silver Thorn Nocht|Female|Nox|walking around camp|crush: open|tags: open
Silver sighed glumly, feeling the adrenaline fade out of her blood as the moon gave way to the sun. Mornings were bittersweet, for although they were Silver's favorite time of day, they were also the farthest away from the return of the moon and the dazzling stars. Somberly, Silver began to walk back toward camp, a wave of exhaustion hitting her. You know, we should probably get some more friends. Right now all we have is this mangy bird. Jinx yipped, flicking her tail towards Nocturne who, looking disgruntled, cawed and puffed up his feathers. Vain bird. How about some descendants of Pluto? They tend to not be afraid of me! Jinx suggested cheerfully, baring her terrifying sharp teeth in a sinister grin. Silver chuckled and petted Jinx absentmindedly. Alright, Jinx, maybe I'll try talking to some people, but breakfast comes first always. Silver responded, keeping her tone hushed because she really didn't want her first impression on somebody being she could speak dog. Caught up in a conversation with her nightmare hound, Silver walked rounds around the camp, not really paying attention to where she was going or who was around her.
Silver sighed glumly, feeling the adrenaline fade out of her blood as the moon gave way to the sun. Mornings were bittersweet, for although they were Silver's favorite time of day, they were also the farthest away from the return of the moon and the dazzling stars. Somberly, Silver began to walk back toward camp, a wave of exhaustion hitting her. You know, we should probably get some more friends. Right now all we have is this mangy bird. Jinx yipped, flicking her tail towards Nocturne who, looking disgruntled, cawed and puffed up his feathers. Vain bird. How about some descendants of Pluto? They tend to not be afraid of me! Jinx suggested cheerfully, baring her terrifying sharp teeth in a sinister grin. Silver chuckled and petted Jinx absentmindedly. Alright, Jinx, maybe I'll try talking to some people, but breakfast comes first always. Silver responded, keeping her tone hushed because she really didn't want her first impression on somebody being she could speak dog. Caught up in a conversation with her nightmare hound, Silver walked rounds around the camp, not really paying attention to where she was going or who was around her.

