12-28-2020, 08:47 PM
The pittian woke to a harsh wind against her side. Cold snow forced her cooling body to get even cooler, and she moved sluggishly as she stood up. Over the winds, she heard Gael's call. Starting a fire under her paw, she started for the temple, nudging along others in her path. "We must go, we cannot get caught in the snow." She hushed toward a straggling elder, sticking to them until the two managed to the temple. Before entering the temple she canceled out the flame on her paw. She led the elder inside, then went to stand out alongside Gael. "Should we lose anyone in the snow, we will go and look." She nodded to Gael. It was not a question, but a promise.
[table][tr][td][/td][td]I LIVE INSIDE MY OWN WORLD OF MAKE-BELIEVE. Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities. SOME DAYS I FEEL SKINNIER THAN ALL THE OTHER DAYS. Sometimes I can't tell if my body belongs to me. I LOVE EVERYTHING. Fire spreading all around my room. MY WORLD'S SO BRIGHT. It's hard to breathe. BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT. HUSH.
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KOLD DARCIA DI ANGELO
[glow=#000,2,300]KOLD — FEMALE — WOLF/ROTTWEILER — THE PITT — [glow=#000,2,300]TAGS[/glow]