the sands of time

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Of forgotten kindness and ruined spirits -

the moth winged cat flew over to the tree above wade. landing on the branch and offering a chirp like noise in turn. loud and jarring in nature, but friendly in tone. she would tilt her head to watch the creature under her. a maned wolf, if she remembered right. she knew that they were a rare breed and were important.

she cared about all creatures and took a lot of time to study each one. she was doing so now. simply watching the beast under her.

speaking

[sub][W]isker[/sub]