03-28-2018, 11:40 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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In short, he was sort of kind of losing it.
The Fireball joined the two at the border with some disappointment, as fucked as that sounded. This stranger seemed friendly, and certainly didn't appear to be leading an army against them. Pity. "This is Ascendants territory," he supplied, since HD covered the rest. Bast was forcing himself not to shift his paws around with an effort, but there was still a sort of tension about him... it just looked like he was forcing himself not to twitch, he was wound so tight.
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]