teenage dirtbag
balrog
12-25-2024, 09:56 PM
Electric and horrifying, Davey is more than ready to get rolling. The skies had begun to resolve, and the autumn around him was something to behold. Brilliant and tense, and breaking away from home more and more. Hell, more than usual, but still not as much as Corsair had. Davey wasn't about to admit to missing his brother, but it's done something to his mood. Dragging it down, throwing it in the garbage-- you know, the like.
An unkindness tugged closely around the boy, nasty expression washed over his face. The call of his bird somewhere far above, Davey makes his appearance. His call is stark, harsh, more of a bark than anything else. All that's left to do is fidget with his axe and wait.
An unkindness tugged closely around the boy, nasty expression washed over his face. The call of his bird somewhere far above, Davey makes his appearance. His call is stark, harsh, more of a bark than anything else. All that's left to do is fidget with his axe and wait.
"speech"
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