03-25-2018, 08:07 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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There was no response as a few approached him, no flicker of wakefulness. His dream had left him, leaving behind darkness, and after a few moments his fur began to... glow, faintly. Not in the bright, angelic fashion one might expect; it was dark. A black shadow seemed to be slowly pulsing from his silvery coat, making it appear almost as if he were a black tom. Still, however, he didn't stir.
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]