NO LAUGHING MATTER
04-22-2013, 03:33 PM
The massive dame, lumbered at a startling forty-two inches into the pack meeting. her two toned eyes sought her mate, almost instinctively and a frown tugged at her maw when she saw he was not yet present. Her breath escaped her in a fluid snort and regardless she moved between the masses, musculature rippling like water as her impressive frame moved to sit between the demons of Tortuga. Her eyes would drift to the woman whom had called them, awaiting a command. (((OOC: There have been way too many pack meetings in the last few weeks and Im out of muse for them my replies are gonna be embarrasingly short))) Speech, |
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