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Hazel hues gleamed. Idly musing over her first visit. The first time she padded across the railroad tracks. Intent on an apology. On checking in on a injured boy who became her best friend.
Aine breathed out softly, offering Ry a bright, albeit shy grin. Knew he was hesitant. But this was where he was born. His family was here. It was good to visit. She was glad her father brought it up. Glad he let her go with him.
She stumbled away a little at the sight of Stryker. Or... Stryker's head. Stomach twisting. The hate that burned in her heart... It still lived but... She was never one for morbid displays. Her ears twitched back. Four... Seven... Eight... Breathe. Well. He deserved it. He was dead.
The druid focused on the bell instead, watching as Ry struck it with a rock. Listened to the sharp ring, reverberating across the island beyond. She crept closer to her friend's side, smile softer. Shier. Time to say hello.[/td][/tr][/table]
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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?
[div style="max-width: 380px; font-family: palatino; color: #C1CFE1; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; line-height: 110%; max-height: 180px; overflow: auto"]Quietly, the petite deer-fox trotted after her... Friend. Boyfriend? Boyfriend... Ears perked. Wings pressed to her side. Steady. Proud even... Just a little. Of how she felt less uneasy than she used to. If just a little...Hazel hues gleamed. Idly musing over her first visit. The first time she padded across the railroad tracks. Intent on an apology. On checking in on a injured boy who became her best friend.
Aine breathed out softly, offering Ry a bright, albeit shy grin. Knew he was hesitant. But this was where he was born. His family was here. It was good to visit. She was glad her father brought it up. Glad he let her go with him.
She stumbled away a little at the sight of Stryker. Or... Stryker's head. Stomach twisting. The hate that burned in her heart... It still lived but... She was never one for morbid displays. Her ears twitched back. Four... Seven... Eight... Breathe. Well. He deserved it. He was dead.
The druid focused on the bell instead, watching as Ry struck it with a rock. Listened to the sharp ring, reverberating across the island beyond. She crept closer to her friend's side, smile softer. Shier. Time to say hello.[/td][/tr][/table]
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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desert flower
the land for the