07-17-2018, 06:54 PM
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The dark brown lupine stepped from behind the wall, stepping towards Connor gracefully. She'd heard the ringing bells, and feared it might be Swashbuckler once again, wildly playing the tune of the bell to stir the black mambas. Thankfully, though, it wasn't, though she still worried about what that kid was getting up to right about now. She focused her attention now on the feline, giving the grey tabby and slight nod and an appreciative smile. "Welcome back, Connor." Rochelle murmured gently to him, her posture settled but tight, elegantly looking back towards Connor.
She didn't think she would ever return to someplace after she'd left it. Definitely not her original home, of all places. She knew she was unwanted there from the beginning, and going back after she abandoned them? They would treat her like a traitor, kill her for the suffering her family caused them. She revoked the notion of violence ... but if she ever looked in the face of one of her people ever again ... she would rightfully wish to die. Blinking, she wiped the frown away that had settled on her face, looking up from her paws to say, "I'm Rochelle, I don't believe we've met."
The dark brown lupine stepped from behind the wall, stepping towards Connor gracefully. She'd heard the ringing bells, and feared it might be Swashbuckler once again, wildly playing the tune of the bell to stir the black mambas. Thankfully, though, it wasn't, though she still worried about what that kid was getting up to right about now. She focused her attention now on the feline, giving the grey tabby and slight nod and an appreciative smile. "Welcome back, Connor." Rochelle murmured gently to him, her posture settled but tight, elegantly looking back towards Connor.
She didn't think she would ever return to someplace after she'd left it. Definitely not her original home, of all places. She knew she was unwanted there from the beginning, and going back after she abandoned them? They would treat her like a traitor, kill her for the suffering her family caused them. She revoked the notion of violence ... but if she ever looked in the face of one of her people ever again ... she would rightfully wish to die. Blinking, she wiped the frown away that had settled on her face, looking up from her paws to say, "I'm Rochelle, I don't believe we've met."
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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