06-04-2018, 02:35 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"You look awful, Pinch," Beatrice observed, trotting forward. She looked over her fellow canine, curiosity burning in her gaze. She could practically feel the pain rolling off of him in waves. The newly promoted Privateer wasn't going to push him to seek medical attention. No, that job would already be completed by everyone that fretted over every little thing. Pinch was a big boy. He could hold his own, or so she figured.
Flicking a ear, she barked, [color=#D87921][b]"I'll take a task, by the way."
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Flicking a ear, she barked, [color=#D87921][b]"I'll take a task, by the way."
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[glow=black,10,100]YOUR EYES ARE A THOUSAND TIMES DEEPER THAN THE SKY[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]AND I AM A TINY STAR, FALLING FOR ALL TIME
beatrice | grounded | sage | the typhoon