05-01-2018, 01:18 AM
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In all honesty, Amaya is very keen on believing that the past will never be as important as the present. Sure, that may sound off to sayâ€â€especially when at one point the past was the presentâ€â€but that’s her overall view on the subject matter. To provide reasoning, it’s mostly due to the fact that the present is what affects her now, not the past; the past simply gets in the way of things, and alters her view on most. She’s not a dweller, she never will be, and that’s final.
Anyways, as to the subject of radiation, she appears to be indifferent. It hasn’t affected her in any shape or form, as she has never been properly exposed to itâ€â€would she be different if she had, though? That’s...an interesting thought, but once again she firmly pushes it to the back of her mind. Instead, she finds herself padding through the thick overgrowth of the territory, ebony ears perking forward when she catches on to someone musing to themselvesâ€â€not a surprise.
As of late, Occultatum has been quiet and desolate, with not much interaction between the members. And while it doesn’t seem to be changing just yet, there’s always hope, but Amaya isn’t too keen on latching on to such an idea too tightly; she can’t help but relax whenever the world is quiet, and tune in to her own thoughts and her own "problems" of sorts. It gives her some ease, contrary to the personalities of others.
With purple hues landing dead-on onto the marbled feline, Amaya pads straight out of the bushes that once concealed her, lifting her chin up high just a little. Her steps are slow and carefully thought out, landing with little noise being produced and, as she halts, he finds herself rolling her shoulders.
"YOU’re trespassing," she flatly states, straight to the point with a hint of a demanding tone, "state your name and reasons."
In all honesty, Amaya is very keen on believing that the past will never be as important as the present. Sure, that may sound off to sayâ€â€especially when at one point the past was the presentâ€â€but that’s her overall view on the subject matter. To provide reasoning, it’s mostly due to the fact that the present is what affects her now, not the past; the past simply gets in the way of things, and alters her view on most. She’s not a dweller, she never will be, and that’s final.
Anyways, as to the subject of radiation, she appears to be indifferent. It hasn’t affected her in any shape or form, as she has never been properly exposed to itâ€â€would she be different if she had, though? That’s...an interesting thought, but once again she firmly pushes it to the back of her mind. Instead, she finds herself padding through the thick overgrowth of the territory, ebony ears perking forward when she catches on to someone musing to themselvesâ€â€not a surprise.
As of late, Occultatum has been quiet and desolate, with not much interaction between the members. And while it doesn’t seem to be changing just yet, there’s always hope, but Amaya isn’t too keen on latching on to such an idea too tightly; she can’t help but relax whenever the world is quiet, and tune in to her own thoughts and her own "problems" of sorts. It gives her some ease, contrary to the personalities of others.
With purple hues landing dead-on onto the marbled feline, Amaya pads straight out of the bushes that once concealed her, lifting her chin up high just a little. Her steps are slow and carefully thought out, landing with little noise being produced and, as she halts, he finds herself rolling her shoulders.
"YOU’re trespassing," she flatly states, straight to the point with a hint of a demanding tone, "state your name and reasons."