so sing me a song and string me along
08-09-2013, 09:23 AM
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Silverback mirrored the smirk ever so slightly. Her only show of gratitude was a cat?s bow, this is, a lazy lowering of her eyes lids. She didn?t rush to assure the white wolf of the negative. After all, she wasn?t doing anything for either of them by such few words of slang. Silverback had been raised with an ingrained distaste for canines, but her recent ?socializing? had developed a tolerance and even the most casual of goodwill towards certain individuals. Being self sufficient, for Silverback, meant that she was her own world and she didn?t hurry to feel anything for others. She was just a lone hunter. Up until her forrary into the south, her only meetings with other creatures had involved her trying to eat them. Considering that, the two ladies were getting along swimmingly. "What about yourself?? The snow leopard asked, letting her grey-green eyes glaze over the other. ?Tell me, what are you great at??