04-27-2022, 10:36 AM
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in her mind, ve was gifted in many ways. vis abilities and looks both eye catching. not that she could feel that sort of thing. she simply let her mind tell her this and she followed her mind. you are lucky. you can be what you want or who you want with that gift of yours. she mused as she looked out over the sands beyond vale. her spotted fur was much brighter than vis, but he was spot on otherwise.
it was a moment before she looked back at the corpses. ears flicking backwards a moment. her mind racing with all the things she wanted to ask. eventually, her gaze flicked back to vim. i have many questions, if you wish to try to answer them. she warned in that emotionless voice like ice.
she took a moment to gage vis limits. what is death like? what is returning as a corpse like? can you feel anything like that or is it still nothing? she let the questions flow before looking away again. what would ve say now? would ve have the answers to her questions.
she reached a paw out to brush the closest corpse. watching flesh fall away from her paws. it was something she wish she could understand. i want to be like you. one of the living, but one of the dead. she mused with a curl of her tail. she spoke the truth, as she very often did. she had one dream. to be like arfur or vale.
living dead.
the woman blinked those cold amber eyes. her eyes flicking over the black ooze upon her paw from where she was now pressing her claws into the corpse she was touching. the woman wanted to be what her name stated. maybe then she could feel something for a change.
it seemed to her that arfur had emotions. perhaps vale felt things as well. is being undead worth it? i feel like it would be. was feel the right word? she had no idea. she removed her paws from the corpse and brought herself to a fully relaxed position on the sand.
i have weird dreams, i guess. yet, i am not sure if i can call it a dream or desire or.. a want? perhaps that is the word i seek. she adds with a soft huff. her emotionless gaze looking upon vim as she lay in the ooze and sand alike.
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LIVINGDEAD— CHEETAH — FEMALE — 12 MONTHS — SINGLE — THE PITT
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #64F58D;"]the golden fur of the woman glimmered slightly as her body twisted. eyes seeking the voice that had spoken to her just now. her emotionless gaze flicking over vale as she took in vis words to her. vis new form would have surprised her, if she could feel that. alas, the most she could muster was a slight tilt as she studied vim. that is quite a talent you have there. i can see it having many uses. though her voice was emotionless as always, her words rang true.in her mind, ve was gifted in many ways. vis abilities and looks both eye catching. not that she could feel that sort of thing. she simply let her mind tell her this and she followed her mind. you are lucky. you can be what you want or who you want with that gift of yours. she mused as she looked out over the sands beyond vale. her spotted fur was much brighter than vis, but he was spot on otherwise.
it was a moment before she looked back at the corpses. ears flicking backwards a moment. her mind racing with all the things she wanted to ask. eventually, her gaze flicked back to vim. i have many questions, if you wish to try to answer them. she warned in that emotionless voice like ice.
she took a moment to gage vis limits. what is death like? what is returning as a corpse like? can you feel anything like that or is it still nothing? she let the questions flow before looking away again. what would ve say now? would ve have the answers to her questions.
she reached a paw out to brush the closest corpse. watching flesh fall away from her paws. it was something she wish she could understand. i want to be like you. one of the living, but one of the dead. she mused with a curl of her tail. she spoke the truth, as she very often did. she had one dream. to be like arfur or vale.
living dead.
the woman blinked those cold amber eyes. her eyes flicking over the black ooze upon her paw from where she was now pressing her claws into the corpse she was touching. the woman wanted to be what her name stated. maybe then she could feel something for a change.
it seemed to her that arfur had emotions. perhaps vale felt things as well. is being undead worth it? i feel like it would be. was feel the right word? she had no idea. she removed her paws from the corpse and brought herself to a fully relaxed position on the sand.
i have weird dreams, i guess. yet, i am not sure if i can call it a dream or desire or.. a want? perhaps that is the word i seek. she adds with a soft huff. her emotionless gaze looking upon vim as she lay in the ooze and sand alike.
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