05-24-2018, 02:04 PM
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☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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Pierce, like any normal person, wasn’t a huge fan of violence, though it was something he was far too used to. Even in the books he’d read as a boy, it’d been something that was deemed “normal”, though for a while, he’d assumed it was just because it was fiction. However, that was proved false when he witnessed friends being captured, other clans attacking his- hell, in the midst of it all, when he was about six months old, he’d been captured himself. It was then that he realized, even the most insane things weren’t that unbelievable, and really, things weren’t as safe as they seemed.
Pierce wasn’t into fighting, of course, but that wasn’t to say he hadn’t felt another’s skin beneath his claws, or held a knife in his paw, before for those sensations were ones he was quite familiar with, but he tried to avoid it. As long as his clan was safe, he steered clear of most confrontation, but lately, he’d noticed himself getting more and more fed up with people, so maybe he understood the occasional left-hook to those who really pissed you off.
Perhaps he would have been far more friendly toward these two had their first impression on him not been them tearing into each other, but he still offered each of them a polite smile, tail waving absent-mindedly behind him. "Pierce Parker," the serval introduced, his gaze flicking between the two canines before him. "Welcome to the clan- you can let me know if you need anything."
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Pierce wasn’t into fighting, of course, but that wasn’t to say he hadn’t felt another’s skin beneath his claws, or held a knife in his paw, before for those sensations were ones he was quite familiar with, but he tried to avoid it. As long as his clan was safe, he steered clear of most confrontation, but lately, he’d noticed himself getting more and more fed up with people, so maybe he understood the occasional left-hook to those who really pissed you off.
Perhaps he would have been far more friendly toward these two had their first impression on him not been them tearing into each other, but he still offered each of them a polite smile, tail waving absent-mindedly behind him. "Pierce Parker," the serval introduced, his gaze flicking between the two canines before him. "Welcome to the clan- you can let me know if you need anything."
"speech"
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