03-19-2018, 10:27 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-19-2018, 05:16 PM by BASTILLEPAW.)
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — apprentice — tags
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Bastille drew up to halt at this stranger appeared, and for a moment he just stared at the guy as he tried to figure out where to go from here. Here because of the invitation? God, no. Had he somehow wandered into a new group joining fest? On one hand, that sounded awful. On the other, maybe there weren't too many creatures here yet if they were, apparently, new. He supposed if he had to stop somewhere and pretend to be a real member of society, the less people the better.
"Uh, no, but if that's an invite I guess I'll take it," the bengal said gruffly, his scowl relaxing into something more neutral. Not exactly happy, not exactly unfriendly. Just... neutral. "I'm Bastille. Uh, I guess I'd be a 'paw by your standards, if you guys are like the others."
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]