Blackfeather Woods we are animal hungry down to our delicate bones
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her victory screech as she draws blood is as close to words as wintersbane thinks he's ever going to get with astara. she is a young woman of silence, not unlike her mother. he wonders if such ability to listen and wield silence without the need for verbal communication is a gift the family as a whole possesses. regardless there are times that wintersbane is almost envious of astara's ability to do so. his tail lashes against his hocks, ears slicking back against his skull as a low bark that never pushes past his lips rumbles like distant thunder in his chest. she doesn't need the encouragement though, for quick as a cobra's strike she is lunging back at him, her sharp teeth at a toe now. a sharp hiss of pain leaves his lips and he snaps his teeth at her, teeth seeking to glide through tendrils of fur in a feign attack but his goal is to not let his teeth touch her.
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RE: we are animal hungry down to our delicate bones - by RIP Wintersbane - October 09, 2018, 03:38 AM