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You picked me like a flower, didn't expect the thorns! -- Ice Cream cat. Quatermaster of the Typhoon.
The days had grown long and shitty for the maine coon. He was still reeling from the fact Alex had been taken from him, taken from their home and he was still pissed off from the fact. Sorbet kept to himself most days, growing even more recluse as time went on and his lover spent more time in that retched group. He knows he should get out and make himself present, do what he can to help boost the morale of the group.
But what was the point anymore. That day he had finally decided to leave his home and venture out into the territory he called home. It would do him some good to get fresh air and would hopefully clear his head from the demons that plagued his mind. But fate seemed to hate him and just loved to play cruel jokes on him.
He heard the sound of the bell ringing, drawing him from his thoughts as he turned and headed in the direction of the ringing sound. Oh what Sorbet wouldn't give for it to be some snarky creature waiting at the boarder and allow him to blow off some steam. But as he drew closer a scent he recognized but couldn't put a name to drew stronger with each step. Finally he pushed into the clearing, a greeting dying in his throat as a choked noise slipped out and he froze in his steps. The Quartermaster stared at his daughter, eyes wide and unseeing as painful memories flashed across them. "Dorothy..?" he called out, words dripping with pain and uncertainty.
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But what was the point anymore. That day he had finally decided to leave his home and venture out into the territory he called home. It would do him some good to get fresh air and would hopefully clear his head from the demons that plagued his mind. But fate seemed to hate him and just loved to play cruel jokes on him.
He heard the sound of the bell ringing, drawing him from his thoughts as he turned and headed in the direction of the ringing sound. Oh what Sorbet wouldn't give for it to be some snarky creature waiting at the boarder and allow him to blow off some steam. But as he drew closer a scent he recognized but couldn't put a name to drew stronger with each step. Finally he pushed into the clearing, a greeting dying in his throat as a choked noise slipped out and he froze in his steps. The Quartermaster stared at his daughter, eyes wide and unseeing as painful memories flashed across them. "Dorothy..?" he called out, words dripping with pain and uncertainty.
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attack in #C3B1E1. -- You say that I'm too frigid, didn't know what you were in for!
[member=11].[/member]teef + help from [member=11].[/member]psy