All The Right Moves
04-23-2014, 08:28 PM
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dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight The small ivory and red brown female slumped against a cave wall, panting a bit. It was hard walk limping on three legs, and not to say painful. But tiring, extremely tiring.. And painful. The fae would tuck her paw under her chest and sit down against the wall, sitting in an awkward position because of her twisted paw. Her crown would tip to the side, taking notice of a male whom she didn't know. "Who are you?" She would say in a growl, scooting back a bit, unsure of who he was and what his intentions were. She was protecting herself. |