07-16-2018, 10:51 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]”I can help.” The wolf came padding forward as soon as she caught sight of poor Keona and the string. She noticed the Striker from the meet and greet, and had surely remembered her since then. Rochelle was sure she would never forget the blind Keona, who got herself stuck in a tangle of yarn. It was a grief that, while still a struggle, was one that she wished everyone only ever had to go through. She felt if the worse thing that happened to someone was getting stuck in a yarn ball, the world would be a lot better place. At least for the younger ones like Keona, or Goldie, and naive Swashbuckler too. The Typhoon had a lot of joiners lately, but it seemed like their demographic of younger members was growing steadily.
She padded up beside Paper, smiling ardently at Keona and the yarn mess— she had to admit, it was adorable. ”Paper’s right, the more relaxed you are, the faster he can get you out of there.” She advised in a comforting tone. Watching the other work, she knew it wouldn’t be long before Keona was out of the tangle.
She padded up beside Paper, smiling ardently at Keona and the yarn mess— she had to admit, it was adorable. ”Paper’s right, the more relaxed you are, the faster he can get you out of there.” She advised in a comforting tone. Watching the other work, she knew it wouldn’t be long before Keona was out of the tangle.
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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