01-21-2020, 05:26 PM
[div style="margin: auto; text-align: right; padding-right: 14%; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; max-width: 600px; margin-top: 40px; font-family: georgia; color: #abbde2;"]I should be on top, but I'm always underground
Things are lookin' up, but I'm making myself drown
[div style="margin: auto; background-color: #040c23; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; padding-right: 6%; padding-left: 6%;color: #abbde2;"] A new voice made his head turn, the creature that came next fascinated him more than Redvox. "Hello, Aslisk." Julian gave a small nod, the masked wolf's ears swiveling forward towards the creature. "Though the clarification was unnecessary," he grumbled. "'Tis moderately appreciated."
Julian had always been that guy. You know, the one with a quick come back, the one whom never really talked a whole hell of a lot, the one who was oddly observant; learning from what others do. "I suppose your right, its getting colder by the minute. If we stay out here any longer, we're bound to get a cold.." Julian sat up from his weird crouch with snow still stuck to his rump, he gave a good shake. The snow falling from his body yet the dainty flowers still resting upon his head and none of the feathers fell either. "I do have one other question though," he turned his gaze to Redvox he gave a small smile. "Will you please put on a pelt or something? We don't need the Harbinger getting sick, now do we?" He wasn't expecting an answer; the question was rhetorical. But if he or she gave an one, well he wouldn't necessarily care. With a raised paw, he gave a small smile. "Shall we?"