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Ooc — Leah
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May 28, 2015, 01:07 AM
Shylock, not far behind, takes up her own spot beside him (like always, he muses quietly) with a light-hearted jab. "Seriously, how are you not tired? I must have been born defective or something." He groans wolfishly as he rolls onto his back while his ears are squashed comically under his skull. He looks down his snout at her while she stretches. Tybalt heaves a heavy breath out from where it had been buried deep in his chest for the past day. His anxiety was getting to him; he could feel it rising like a frightened bird trapped in a cage.
The sandy male rolled onto his side and his eyes shoot up to his sister's slender muzzle. He curls a lip and looks away again while muttering, "We've had this conversation." And that was that. Kaskara was beautiful; a perfect compliment to his brains. They could truly produce something wonderful. His father seemed quite pleased with the union.
A quiet little voice peeped up: of course he was. What alternative was there?
The sandy male rolled onto his side and his eyes shoot up to his sister's slender muzzle. He curls a lip and looks away again while muttering, "We've had this conversation." And that was that. Kaskara was beautiful; a perfect compliment to his brains. They could truly produce something wonderful. His father seemed quite pleased with the union.
A quiet little voice peeped up: of course he was. What alternative was there?
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halving the compass - by Tybalt - May 27, 2015, 02:45 AM
RE: halving the compass - by Shylock - May 27, 2015, 10:11 PM
RE: halving the compass - by Tybalt - May 28, 2015, 01:07 AM
RE: halving the compass - by Shylock - May 28, 2015, 07:15 AM
RE: halving the compass - by Tybalt - May 28, 2015, 04:34 PM
RE: halving the compass - by Shylock - May 28, 2015, 10:08 PM