07-31-2019, 04:11 PM
judith was going to to kill someone, she swore on that. probably her sons. both had left their cozy little pride for a terrible, hot, muddy, disgusting swamp. she was going to kill them if it was the last thing she did- wormwood mostly. she’d never hurt poetking- not physically. the mud was caking her fur and it took everything she had not to explode into angered shouting. she was going to kill them, she was-
she stopped when she finally got on mostly solid ground, her claws digging into the damp dirt. she would not sit down in the dirt. that was disgusting.
“WHERE THE HELL ARE MY SONS!”
it wasn’t actually a question. more a way to announce her presence and draw the two boys in.
she stopped when she finally got on mostly solid ground, her claws digging into the damp dirt. she would not sit down in the dirt. that was disgusting.
“WHERE THE HELL ARE MY SONS!”
it wasn’t actually a question. more a way to announce her presence and draw the two boys in.
"somethings you can’t tell your brother" —-- judith / tanglewood / misc. / @ gregory
THERE WILL COME A SOLDIER, WHO CARRIES A MIGHTY SWORD
( kenny — 18 years — male — married — kenneth#2882 )