[i][/i][center][h3]Itsy[/h3][/center]
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Titles:
Beastkin - Mundane, Small (4ft) - 6ecff6

Itsy would look up from the disproportionate block of CHEESE he held in his hands with great difficulty, finger barely wrapping around the wheel-like object. Those black, beady eyes would look onto the swordswoman, [b]KaMara[/b], its surface shiny and glossy. [color=6ecff6]“I… I didn’t mean as a critique…”[/color] He muttered, cheeks bulging from the amount of dairy currently being chewed in his mouth. [color=6ecff6]“B-but, you… you are right and I appreciate drawing their attention…”[/color] Appreciatively, he would give the CHEESE another bite.

And as [b]Youko[/b] scooted closer, he turned towards the cat-kin, still mid-gnawing the wheel of dairy. [color=6ecff6]“My… my name is Itsy… nice to meet you, Youko.”[/color] His long, skinny tail swished back and forth behind him, boots dangled absently minded. [color=6ecff6]“I’m sure we will fight great… t-together. I’ve trained… quite a bit.”[/color] The beastkin continued in a tiny voice.

Yet, all the brevity stopped for Itsy as soon as the [b]commander[/b] showed up at the entrance of the hall. His tail stopped moving immediately, becoming rigid. Swallowing the last piece of crunched cheese in his mouth, he stored what remained from the wheel into the little leather bag again. [color=6ecff6]“T-time to show them what we can do.”[/color] Taking a moment to look at his comrades, he took up from his seat with the tiniest of clicks as his heels hit the ground.

Every step from the small shrew was accompanied by the shifting of his rapier, the crunching of the snow under him and a heavy exhale every once in a while. Despite it all, he felt as prepared as he could be for what waited for them.