February 07, 2015, 01:53 PM
The huge cat sat in a withered, old tree, looking down at the doggie digging in the snow. It was dirty, thin, and smelt bad. Lark wrinkled her nose, then jumped effortlessly out of the tree and stalked toward the creature. "Hey there, pup." she called out as she approached. Perhaps she could have some fun with this one. "You hungry?" Her eyes glinted with mischief, and her stump of a tail wagged happily.
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let your bones turn to dust - by RIP Death Warrant - February 06, 2015, 08:05 PM
RE: let your bones turn to dust - by Lark - February 07, 2015, 01:53 PM
RE: let your bones turn to dust - by RIP Death Warrant - February 13, 2015, 10:00 AM