08-29-2018, 09:17 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border: 0%;width:60%;text-align:justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13.5px;"]A bit shaky, a bit winded, Isidore approached. He sighed out of a small passage his lips made to concentrate his breath, a paw rubbing at his shoulder and left arm as he took a seat. At first he just watched and listened in to Zjarr’s readings, grinning a bit, chin and jaw shifting silently as he bit his tongue. But eventually he turned his tall frame in more towards the group, allowing Har to pick out a zodiac for Zjarr to read about before asking, ”When you get the chance, what’ve you got on Libras?” He asked, voice deep and sore.
He came from a family dominated by Cancers- his sister and mother, as well as a Pisces, his brother. The odd ones out, he supposed, had been him and his father, Dory being a Libra and his father being an Aries. Isidore had never really known this until his sister had picked up the hobby. She’d made it clear how opposite their father had been from the rest of him, the image of fire coming to mind when he remembered Aries. But his sister had said Isidore, he was like the wind. He could be a gentle caress, or an unending gust.
He came from a family dominated by Cancers- his sister and mother, as well as a Pisces, his brother. The odd ones out, he supposed, had been him and his father, Dory being a Libra and his father being an Aries. Isidore had never really known this until his sister had picked up the hobby. She’d made it clear how opposite their father had been from the rest of him, the image of fire coming to mind when he remembered Aries. But his sister had said Isidore, he was like the wind. He could be a gentle caress, or an unending gust.
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i wanna wake up now
i wanna wake up now
i wanna wake up now
i wanna wake up now
