11-22-2018, 01:07 AM
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[color=#137E7A]FINNLOCH
" i dont dare let darkness have it's way with me "
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a small femme darted among the bird feces dropping down, her chest huffing as the russian blue limped through the onslaught. this isnt normal. it's almost like when the alligators attacked back home she growled in thought, ears back against the bird feces that clung to her fur, staining it white.
lifting her head, the femme cried out, "GIE TH' KIDS INDOORS!!" as she turned her eyes to the sky she felt her pelt bristle. there was a familiarity to this, a sense of violence kindling in the air like a wild-fire about to snap. hackles raising, the femme took off towards one of the few trees that would grow on the mountain, claws biting into the bitter and soggy wood.
even with a nearly healed broken leg and various injuries, finnloch would claw her way up the tree, giving her battle cry, leaping out of her perch at the oncoming birds, claws quickly grappling into the body of one mind-controlled seagull, using her lighter weight to fight with the gravity that pulled them both down towards the ground in a spiral.
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[color=#137E7A]FINNLOCH
" i dont dare let darkness have it's way with me "
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a small femme darted among the bird feces dropping down, her chest huffing as the russian blue limped through the onslaught. this isnt normal. it's almost like when the alligators attacked back home she growled in thought, ears back against the bird feces that clung to her fur, staining it white.
lifting her head, the femme cried out, "GIE TH' KIDS INDOORS!!" as she turned her eyes to the sky she felt her pelt bristle. there was a familiarity to this, a sense of violence kindling in the air like a wild-fire about to snap. hackles raising, the femme took off towards one of the few trees that would grow on the mountain, claws biting into the bitter and soggy wood.
even with a nearly healed broken leg and various injuries, finnloch would claw her way up the tree, giving her battle cry, leaping out of her perch at the oncoming birds, claws quickly grappling into the body of one mind-controlled seagull, using her lighter weight to fight with the gravity that pulled them both down towards the ground in a spiral.
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