04-07-2018, 10:45 PM
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"She's not in our territory," the bengal said gruffly as he suddenly just appeared beside HD, sounding agitated. His head was aching, and the headache seemed to have grown worse the more he worked himself up. Bast's fur was starting to glow a faint black as he added irritably, "And she would have told me if Starry sent her somewhere. Her scent trail ends on the border, and I didn't smell anyone else nearby, but she wouldn't just leave."
If something happened to his mentor, he was going to murder someone. His fur pulsed more violently, and this time Bast seemed to notice. His scowl deepened as he lashed his tail and added, "We need to look beyond the border."
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]