grooving on the dancefloor (FESTIVAL SPARS)

*Ubivat* · 07-30-2014, 06:18 PM

The time for the festival had come, and his bones ached slightly with the thought of the spars. Ubivat was not a violent man, but he longed to feel the pain he no longer could. After all, his nerves destroyed at the ends, now his body was like a thick coat across all of him. The dead man would come across with Schon and the others, orange eyes looking at the one who had called this festival. "I would like to participate in the spars." his paws made contact with the ground as his thick russian accent filled the air. He settled himself after, surrounded by living ones. This seemed to be his fate as of late. But it no longer bothered him, no matter how different he to them were.

Speech,

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