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06-20-2014, 08:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-20-2014, 08:02 PM by Liste.)
SO PUMPED TO USE THIS
Most wolves tended to avoid odd, eerie, unfamiliar places. Generally, if one wanted to avoid company, that wolf could go to one of those places and be alone. Liste should have known better in Alacritia, though. They would seek you out, even if they meant not to, and find you no matter where you hid. Unless, of course, you didn't want to be hidden. Then no one would find you. Unfortunately, the bitch hadn't considered the oddities of this continent before choosing her resting place. The fog was thick in the air around her broken stone perch, but it did not conceal the figure that approached. At first she was irritated, and she wasted no time sharing it. "What the fuck do you want?" she questioned in a hoarse voice and the figure became clearer to her. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in his bright eyes and massive figure. Something made him attractive to her, but it didn't make her any less annoyed at his presence yet. Speech, |