12-15-2020, 01:07 PM
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MILES GLACIER XENIAS -- TAGS | ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES
Miles lifted his head and looked up, his hazel eyes narrowed as he prowled forward, his bead and fang necklace jangled. His dark gray stripes stark against his creams and white fur. Miles took to a shadow, and made sure his body language wasn't too aggressive or too approachable. He had a good idea what this was about, "About time," he grumbled to himself, lifting a paw to start grooming his ears.
-- Mysterious ways of dealing with a couple of down days
It's like you're stealing what I had for a while and using it yourself
In my mind I see what I wanna see and if it goes wrong
I think I'll never be the same, but I know it's only make believe
It's like you're stealing what I had for a while and using it yourself
In my mind I see what I wanna see and if it goes wrong
I think I'll never be the same, but I know it's only make believe