home on the range ;; picking flowers

[Cobra]

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rosemaryblossom
pale blood of the pitt
"servant"
penned by cobra

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YOU WERE THE SHADOW TO MY LIGHT - ꧂

    rose was losing her mind. the llama had no master to serve. she needed one. she needed direction. she needed her old life. so, she tried to distract herself. moving to the territory edge on steady legs. oddly quiet today as she never was. most would know she was out of it.

as soon as the girl was on the boarder, she set to work. picking small flowers that grew nearby.

speaking

꧁ - DID YOU FEEL US?

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