07-15-2018, 11:27 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]”Oh, mercy.” Rochelle whispered to herself, jogging to the scene as fast as she could. It was ... quite the site to see. The yelling stranger going ballistic and Solveig there, too. She rounded up nearby the two, crouching lower to the ground. ”The snakes are meant to ward off strangers from ringing that bell.” Rochelle explained to them, amber eyes amusedly navigating between the retreating snakes and them. She had heard the ringing of the bells before she got here, and the sound inwardly made her cringe because she knew what to expect when she arrived, that being the snakes.
Rochelle glanced towards Solveig. ”What do you usually do to get these things to calm down? I’ve never seen this happen before.” The dark brown wolf asked, humor in her tone, keeping a trained gaze on the hissing “noodles” as Swashbuckler would call them. ”I would hope they’re here to stay, after all that trouble of getting here.” She huffed, straightening her posture to gaze at the stranger.
Rochelle glanced towards Solveig. ”What do you usually do to get these things to calm down? I’ve never seen this happen before.” The dark brown wolf asked, humor in her tone, keeping a trained gaze on the hissing “noodles” as Swashbuckler would call them. ”I would hope they’re here to stay, after all that trouble of getting here.” She huffed, straightening her posture to gaze at the stranger.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags