09-07-2022, 06:57 PM
You'll never takes us alive
We swore that death will do us part
We swore that death will do us part
Clove was settled outside of her home, sprawled out across her side and soaking up the sun's rays. Her eyes were closed shut, a soft hum slipping past her muzzle as she happily rested in the warmth of the sun. Her tails lazily flicked behind her, an ear flicking every now and again and swiveling to take in the sounds around her but not truly paying much attention to them. A paw reached out and stretched, claws unsheathing for a moment and digging at the ground before being swiftly hidden once more.
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You'll never takes us alive!
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You'll never takes us alive!
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