Permafrost Hollows my bones do not taste of crown and silver
what's done is never done
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Warbone nodded once, punctuating the affirmation with a snort. "I shall await your call," he mused, pale eyes drifting slowly towards the burlier of the black she-wolves, and freely exploring her traits in a self-interested fashion. The stare was but a fraction of a moment, and he was already turning from the females, already plotting his next forty-eight hours as a stint to prepare for their journey. But nothing would go right if he didn't find an excellent place to sleep that night— leaving him well-rested for a (predicted) successful hunt the following morning— so he figured he should get started on his search. "Enjoy the night," he purred, drifting away in rhythmic plodding.
if sins were etched into the surface of bones,
i’d need another skeleton to record all my wrongs
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my bones do not taste of crown and silver - by Antumbra - March 24, 2016, 12:12 PM
RE: my bones do not taste of crown and silver - by Warbone - March 25, 2016, 01:36 AM