08-20-2018, 12:14 AM
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Boy.
Agitated is the noise now, claws digging into the ground as head swings around, catching upon another, feline like the last. Yet strange, in tones of blue with bright flames where eyes might have sat, a curiosity he finds himself drawn to, a few short steps bringing him towards her, leaning down with no care to personal boundaries. Brief is the flick of tongue, barely grazing the other until he lifts his head, looking to where she had directed him. Was this place hers? Dark eyes focused upon Blueridge once more, slight tilt to the white head as he waited.
Boy.
Agitated is the noise now, claws digging into the ground as head swings around, catching upon another, feline like the last. Yet strange, in tones of blue with bright flames where eyes might have sat, a curiosity he finds himself drawn to, a few short steps bringing him towards her, leaning down with no care to personal boundaries. Brief is the flick of tongue, barely grazing the other until he lifts his head, looking to where she had directed him. Was this place hers? Dark eyes focused upon Blueridge once more, slight tilt to the white head as he waited.
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THOUGHT GASOLINE WAS ON MY CLOTHES
AKITA. TRAINEE OF THE ROSEBLOODS. TAGS..
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