Dawnlark Plains please don't dress in black when you're at his wake
be as you wish to seem,
socrates
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Ooc — honey!
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trust was a hard thing to offer when one carried life beneath their ribs.
she did not—only answered with movement. her head dipped, jaws parting. she took the edge of a leaf, sharp and faintly bitter, and chewed. slow. the sound soft beneath the hush of the forest.
then, she swallowed.
she cocked her head, birdlike, wolfish. not mocking—inviting.
your turn.
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common  numic/yup'ik/athabaskan 
wandering snowforest taiga searching for purpose.
3-3-3 rated character.