September 20, 2016, 08:57 PM
it was not the snarl that stopped indra rough in her tracks, but the expression -- she looked upon him, wide-eyed and confused. no play? her brow contorted in an expression of deep perturbance.
what did he mean no play?
she slumped to the ground dramatically, placing her head on her paws. she cast the male the most woe-be-gone, soulful gaze. her tail beat pitifully.
"play?"
what did he mean no play?
she slumped to the ground dramatically, placing her head on her paws. she cast the male the most woe-be-gone, soulful gaze. her tail beat pitifully.
"play?"
now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turning gold,
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.
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well he shot him with a mighty big number - by Indra - September 02, 2016, 08:30 PM
RE: well he shot him with a mighty big number - by Zoratto - September 03, 2016, 03:54 PM
RE: well he shot him with a mighty big number - by Indra - September 04, 2016, 07:26 PM
RE: well he shot him with a mighty big number - by Zoratto - September 04, 2016, 08:11 PM
RE: well he shot him with a mighty big number - by Indra - September 04, 2016, 08:18 PM
RE: well he shot him with a mighty big number - by Zoratto - September 05, 2016, 01:58 PM
RE: well he shot him with a mighty big number - by Indra - September 06, 2016, 12:27 PM
RE: well he shot him with a mighty big number - by Zoratto - September 18, 2016, 10:37 PM
RE: well he shot him with a mighty big number - by Indra - September 20, 2016, 08:57 PM
RE: well he shot him with a mighty big number - by Zoratto - September 25, 2016, 10:14 PM
RE: well he shot him with a mighty big number - by Indra - September 27, 2016, 06:55 PM