01-30-2023, 07:02 AM
EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—
"what are you screeching about? it's not a welcoming sight, you know." the male drawled lazily, flicking his tail to chase away falling leaves, neck low and level with the other's chest. fire burned in his optics as he studied the other, then he lifted a paw to admire the flames that danced there. how beautiful they were, how thankful he was to his mother for it.
"anyways, you're here now. i'm assuming you're lost." or incredibly stupid to announce your presence. lucinder was always itching for a scrap, but for now, he had no reason to. the newcomer wasn't trespassing. "what do you seek from tanglewood?"
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
"what are you screeching about? it's not a welcoming sight, you know." the male drawled lazily, flicking his tail to chase away falling leaves, neck low and level with the other's chest. fire burned in his optics as he studied the other, then he lifted a paw to admire the flames that danced there. how beautiful they were, how thankful he was to his mother for it.
"anyways, you're here now. i'm assuming you're lost." or incredibly stupid to announce your presence. lucinder was always itching for a scrap, but for now, he had no reason to. the newcomer wasn't trespassing. "what do you seek from tanglewood?"
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 2 years & 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
lucinder x — tanglewood — 2 years & 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
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I AM THE DEVIL, SON OF A WARRIOR