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11-15-2013, 09:57 AM
He would approach with a powerful snarl, seeming to think that would impress her in some way. Dior would merely remain as she was, fixated upon the water and the trees buried beneath it. An ear would twitch toward the dog as he spoke, mentioning he didn't see much of her kind and he wasn't overly fond with it. She would chuckle, swinging her head 'round to face him. ?Can't say I'm overly fond of your kind, either, and it seems you all breed like vermin.? Yes, there were youth and elder wandering all over this land - though each of them presented a purpose if she could only find her sister and put them to work. Cerulean eyes would examine him with little interest, curious as to why his jaw had been injured so and why it hadn't bothered to heal. Pity, these puppies couldn't even heal themselves. ?speak,? |
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