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dandelion's ears perk at the ruby-blue eyed phantom mentions a pack — not far, kind and generous — though, admittedly, it is the bit about the 'no strings attached' that truly grasps and captivates the balladeer's interest. ❝no strings attached, you say?❞ he chirrups, hooked upon the bait thrown to him. strings were incredibly messy and he wasn't looking to get tangled into any any time soon. dandelion; having bore the incredibly tangled and suffocating strings of brokejaw rise and the very gossiped about fact that he might very well be the son of warlord daggertooth had left dandelion in the strange place of being in the man's favor but generally disfavored by ...well, everyone else.

❝right, well...❞ an airy giggle left the balladeer. ❝nibbles can be fun when — when ...right.❞ dandelion cuts himself off with a small, choking wheeze; feeling more than a bit flushed at the imagery that slithers, unbidden like the snake in the garden of eden into his thoughts. ❝ehem.❞ he gives a small cough in an futile attempt to shake the heat under his collar ( so to speak ).

❝the blue's nice,❞ dandelion pipes up, attempting to assure. ❝very unique. adds character.❞ he adds. ❝singular colored eyes are incredibly boring in my opinion.❞ he says with a scoff and a flippant sway of his tail.