calling all angels
We'll be waiting for the rest of our lives
His expression remained the same, that little tilt of a smile, the cocky look. His eyebrows stayed raised slightly, eyes observing quietly, that ever hint of mystery shining at all times. His tail was still, his legs holding his body up into a full position, holding himself high and mighty. Not because he thought he was better than the female before him, that was how he was taught to carry himself. A soldier must always look his best, stand up like nothing can penetrate him. |