It's Not My Time
04-26-2013, 02:17 PM
His voice held a tinge of something akin to something uncomfortable. He seemed to be feeling somewhat awkward, but they were both still young, so it made sense in a way. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. He was an interesting wolf. It was nice to know someone from outside Tortuga. No one was nearly as intriguing back at her home. When he answered her question everything was revealed. His parents must have been something special for him to turn out like such. He looked so odd, but it was a beautiful odd. The crimson on his pelt was stunning and the markings he held were certainly abnormal. She couldn't help but notice him looking at the markings on her face. She felt the need to describe so she did as such. "My mother was an eggshell white and my father was completely white too save for the markings similar to mine. His are only on the right side of his face though and they didn't travel as far." "Speech" "He speaks" |
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