Dawnlark Plains gotdamn baby you done stopped me in my tracks! i can smell your dang feet from here!
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Ooc — gryff
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he's running, running, running he loves the feeling of wind on his face but there's nothing in front of him, wait where? he stops himself, hearing a murmured voice on the periphery. i...wha? he looks ridiculous — his eyes open wide, fur sticking up, paws akimbo and claws out. he looks around. where'd? he calms a bit, relaxing his paws and standing up straight.  huh. he trots over to a nearby hole. should i go again? rematch?