12-08-2018, 01:51 PM
[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"][align=center]— blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly —
Odd words touched lightly perked ears, promise of strange holiday traditions. A soft frown dusted the tiny feline's maw. Christmas. A family time... Supposedly. Wariness seeped into the striker, thoughts drifting towards her own kin, whose number had rather increased more than comfort permitted. Pale hues flickered, imagination unable to hold onto the concept of the entire family bonding. Not the way it was. Maybe if ma...A long tail flicked behind her, morose features prominent on the youth. Assistance she sought from her uncle this time around, unwilling to seek either of her fathers.
Keona's Form: