03-11-2023, 09:19 PM
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[sup]© tikki[/sup]TIRED OF FEELING LOST, TIRED OF LETTING GO!
The Councilwoman was, for the first time in a while, out in the desert, wings hiding her frail body as she walked along the Nile, straw-like fur doing little against the occasional winds. The wolf-rottie halted as she smelled something, a stranger, laced with blood. "Shit." She huffed, and started to follow the scent.
Before long she spotted the limping Doberman, not yet sighting the downed one, and she let out a growl. It was soft; could have been mistaken for a sigh. "Hope you had a good reason for trespassing." She called out, loosely following Norkstella.
Before long she spotted the limping Doberman, not yet sighting the downed one, and she let out a growl. It was soft; could have been mistaken for a sigh. "Hope you had a good reason for trespassing." She called out, loosely following Norkstella.
Kold Darcia Di Angelo - Pitt - Marauder