09-19-2022, 05:28 PM
You'll never takes us alive
We swore that death will do us part
We swore that death will do us part
as always dug up the ground, making a hole for the plants, Clove shuffled off her satchel. She turned towards it and nuzzled open the flap, gingerly removing the plants before padding back over to the other. She settled back on her haunches, resting the venus flytraps on the ground as she waited. A soft hum slipped past Clove's muzzle, head tilting a bit to the side.
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You'll never takes us alive!
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You'll never takes us alive!
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