05-26-2021, 04:33 PM
EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—
junkyard meant things. he liked things. "a dead body would be nice to find.." he mused, tip of his tongue flicking out to rest at the corner of his maw. "i call dibs on the bones, or any skeletons you may find!" he wasn't really sure what he liked yet so he slowly made his way towards an empty corner, all the fur on his back shooting up as he stepped in a wet puddle. "euuuurghhh.." he twitched, blinking angrily.
whatever, moving on. something shiny caught his eye and he trotted over, the wetness forgotten. it was a small mirror, pasted onto a book. "hey, uh, ma? can i keep anything i find here?" this place was so interesting, he should've brought a bag with him. pulled the book to him, blew dust off the mirror.
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
junkyard meant things. he liked things. "a dead body would be nice to find.." he mused, tip of his tongue flicking out to rest at the corner of his maw. "i call dibs on the bones, or any skeletons you may find!" he wasn't really sure what he liked yet so he slowly made his way towards an empty corner, all the fur on his back shooting up as he stepped in a wet puddle. "euuuurghhh.." he twitched, blinking angrily.
whatever, moving on. something shiny caught his eye and he trotted over, the wetness forgotten. it was a small mirror, pasted onto a book. "hey, uh, ma? can i keep anything i find here?" this place was so interesting, he should've brought a bag with him. pulled the book to him, blew dust off the mirror.
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
lucinder x — tanglewood — 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
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I AM THE DEVIL, SON OF A WARRIOR