Main Fursona Roleplay -- Born from ink 'Headquarters'

This is basically where the Clan comes together, like a camp so to speak. Our dens and belongings are stashed here, along with our Ink Creatures, should they not be with us.
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Roza growls, flickering her ears to the side as one of the Clan members pass her. She turns her head away,s tarring into the shadows, not wishing to socialize. As usual. She swishes her tail from side to side, gazing at nothing imparticular. Swish, swish, swish the only sound she could hear. Her own tail scrapping against the rocks. She perks her ears slightly as Nyxxia; Her disgruntled little Ink Creature shuffles her paws, muttering something she doesn't dare try to understand.