09-26-2022, 04:45 PM
embrace my lungs -
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Staring back, she rolled her shoulder and sat down, licking a paw and drawing it over her ear. Pausing as she shuffled the triple toned glass-like dragonfly wings upon her back, the lioness continued to groom herself, drawing her paw over her whiskers, "To each their own. You'll have more luck interactin' with the groups, or any other bands of wanderers come hard times but I ain't one to push. Aye. The swamps are my home, and where I've lost enough people for their ghosts to haunt me.", she paused for a moment as she gazed around them with a squint of her eyes, "... It's quiet out in these parts, ain't it? I'm used to the jungle and swamp, constant sound. The storm didn't do much for making it more appealing out here, though most of the prey lurks 'round here now.", she spoke, feeling her stomach snarl.
Chuckling, the lioness yawned and stood up to stretch, grooming at a fairly fresh wound on her foreleg, "Say, what's your name? 'm Mer.", she interrupted her own grooming to ask his name, shaking her head with a soft merp as a bug zipped past her ear.
Staring back, she rolled her shoulder and sat down, licking a paw and drawing it over her ear. Pausing as she shuffled the triple toned glass-like dragonfly wings upon her back, the lioness continued to groom herself, drawing her paw over her whiskers, "To each their own. You'll have more luck interactin' with the groups, or any other bands of wanderers come hard times but I ain't one to push. Aye. The swamps are my home, and where I've lost enough people for their ghosts to haunt me.", she paused for a moment as she gazed around them with a squint of her eyes, "... It's quiet out in these parts, ain't it? I'm used to the jungle and swamp, constant sound. The storm didn't do much for making it more appealing out here, though most of the prey lurks 'round here now.", she spoke, feeling her stomach snarl.
Chuckling, the lioness yawned and stood up to stretch, grooming at a fairly fresh wound on her foreleg, "Say, what's your name? 'm Mer.", she interrupted her own grooming to ask his name, shaking her head with a soft merp as a bug zipped past her ear.
- your breath i keep
teef
MERLIN GWYNNE
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