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08-17-2015, 11:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-17-2015, 11:01 PM by Lillianna.)
Snarls reverberated through the girl's body, when the boy spoke. "Yes, your-" and then she just stopped, growls fading as she processed what he said. "Wait, your sister?" she peered closely at the boy, even as he snarled at her feebly and stuttered. She didn't blink at the stutter; Finch stuttered, too. It cemented what she now saw. Leaning back on her haunches, shaking herself to settle her fur, she answered his questions, now pretty much completely relaxed. "I go by Lillianna, Lillie for short. And I want to spend time with her," she explained, sniffing once more at the male, unfazed by his attempts of hostility. "Why do you smell of another pack?" "Speech" |
Note: Lillie has scars over her right eye and down her cheek. She also has scars under her chin and on her jaw. Her tables and art will most likely not reflect this. Unless it is specified otherwise, assume Lillianna is accompanied by her companion.