[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: work sans; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 3px; line-height: 1.5;"]So many people strived to change. They struggled to view the world through a new perspective, to see a new dawn. They were determined to change their ways, to better themselves as individuals. They wanted to reform their weaknesses into strengths, they wanted to become lovers and not fighters. They had epiphanies about their lives, and they pledged to be better. This had yet to occur to Jerseyboy. Not that he was a murderer or an infamous criminal, but Jerseyboy did a lot of bad things. Things looked [sub]down[/sub] upon in society, things seen as immoral. He was still young and reckless, however, and it was hard to[sub] suppress[/sub] against the wild youth.
A masculine voice broke through the night: "I am." And she was lucky that he was, too. A whole lot of people weren't out and about at this time of night. Jerseyboy just so happened to have a ( fluctuating ) bedtime. He peered forward at the stranger, making out the form of a she-wolf. Her coat appeared a bit shaggy, and unbeknownst to him, it was the hide of a bear. It was hard to make out her markings and crimson-stained fur in the dim light; otherwise, he would have been much more wary of the female.
The tuxedo tom cat met her gaze. He noticed the feather dangling behind her ear, among her other visual features. She was a pretty thing, he could admit that. Surprisingly, he was doing well at holding back on the unneeded comments ( for now ). "You need somethin'?" He asked. Well obviously, but what?
A masculine voice broke through the night: "I am." And she was lucky that he was, too. A whole lot of people weren't out and about at this time of night. Jerseyboy just so happened to have a ( fluctuating ) bedtime. He peered forward at the stranger, making out the form of a she-wolf. Her coat appeared a bit shaggy, and unbeknownst to him, it was the hide of a bear. It was hard to make out her markings and crimson-stained fur in the dim light; otherwise, he would have been much more wary of the female.
The tuxedo tom cat met her gaze. He noticed the feather dangling behind her ear, among her other visual features. She was a pretty thing, he could admit that. Surprisingly, he was doing well at holding back on the unneeded comments ( for now ). "You need somethin'?" He asked. Well obviously, but what?
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