Phoenix Maplewood i could write novels with the words i could never say to you

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Again, the shewolf reacted unfavorable to his languorous advances. There was a flash of ivories, a flicking of the ears — and she bade him do not come closer. She was rife with apprehension, a reaction which seemed unwarranted to his planate spirit. Stemming from a sense of chivalry, Komodo had no desire to impress his company upon an unwilling audience. He was a vagabond at heart and would not fight for company.   

His multihued ears pressed against the base of his school and he turned his head, showing her that the brute meant her no harm. Women were delicate things, meant to be nurtured and protected instead of made to be nervous. ”My apologies, miss.” his gravelly alto asserted. ”I see you are busy.” His tail swung low, back and forth, as if to say there is no harm in wanting solitude. I understand.

The northerner turned to leave, as Adeline had done so many times during there meeting, but cast her a sidelong glance in case she had a change of heart.

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