07-26-2018, 03:28 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]"Sometimes leaving is ... not that simple, minnow." The tall figure would join the gathering welcoming party, stepping from the shadows of the abandoned train cart. Her eyes, fleeing the darkness, were relaxed but full of flint, as she looked down to Cleo as she spoke. That must be one of Pincher's, she figured, who were already so full of character, especially this bengal. She always wondered how children could be so defined at such a young, undeveloped age, while others that were much older, were stale and one-dimensional. At least that's how Fischer tried to view the minnow's upfront demeanor, as well as that ... snake?
Her eyes fell upon Lilyspoise, and the dark brown wolf smiled a little bit. She always wondered what it felt like for people to return to their old homes ... she knew she could never do it. "Welcome back. I'm Fischer, we've never met." The Striker wasn't too sure how long she'd been gone for, so she gave her a comforting look, hoping that the returned Typhooner wasn't too weary from their travels.
Her eyes fell upon Lilyspoise, and the dark brown wolf smiled a little bit. She always wondered what it felt like for people to return to their old homes ... she knew she could never do it. "Welcome back. I'm Fischer, we've never met." The Striker wasn't too sure how long she'd been gone for, so she gave her a comforting look, hoping that the returned Typhooner wasn't too weary from their travels.
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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