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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.
"Are you stupid? Slow your roll." Onision's voice rang out from a bunch of bushes, where the small brown felidae jumped out into sight, favoring his broken right front leg as always. It was awkward, in all honesty. He never really showed such weakness, but he didn't want Moonmade to touch his fucking wounds either, and he didn't know where Lessa went.
Lifting his head up, Oni gave the male a cold, silent stare, before he decided it would be easier to do just that. "Wait for an adult to come and see you. I'm not supposed to just let anyone in, and I haven't gotten the sleep I need to be able to tell if you're bad or not." Oni meowed, a stubborn tone to his voice. He didn't want to have to shift right now, but he would if he could make himself mad enough.
"My name is Onision Mikaelson-Folie. A Fireball here, by the way."
[/td][/tr][/table]Lifting his head up, Oni gave the male a cold, silent stare, before he decided it would be easier to do just that. "Wait for an adult to come and see you. I'm not supposed to just let anyone in, and I haven't gotten the sleep I need to be able to tell if you're bad or not." Oni meowed, a stubborn tone to his voice. He didn't want to have to shift right now, but he would if he could make himself mad enough.
"My name is Onision Mikaelson-Folie. A Fireball here, by the way."
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