[size=9pt]"I'd spill the beans and tell you they're as juicy as they look, but Feathers here isn't big on PDA."
Moon's always been messy-looking. He takes the word disheveled and puts it in bold and italics just to give it a good shot at doing his disgrace of a mane justice. But, here and now, he's taking it to a whole new level. Bite marks on his neck and blood still staining his caramel fur, the lion looks like Halloween's come early. But his blue-bagged eyes are no less warm, no less welcoming as they curve into half crescents, subtly limping paws carrying the lion forward as he passes Gabriel and knocks him over the head with his ragged tail in a way that exudes some dysfunctional fondness. He stays quiet, for once, letting the two others present ask the questions.
Moon's always been messy-looking. He takes the word disheveled and puts it in bold and italics just to give it a good shot at doing his disgrace of a mane justice. But, here and now, he's taking it to a whole new level. Bite marks on his neck and blood still staining his caramel fur, the lion looks like Halloween's come early. But his blue-bagged eyes are no less warm, no less welcoming as they curve into half crescents, subtly limping paws carrying the lion forward as he passes Gabriel and knocks him over the head with his ragged tail in a way that exudes some dysfunctional fondness. He stays quiet, for once, letting the two others present ask the questions.
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]