06-02-2018, 02:41 PM
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[sup]c) miithers[/sup]
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
The second the screaming reached the observatory, Hazel had whistled for Arion and all out galloped towards the Starpool. Apprehension was a second thought after her lack of impulse control, and for a moment, she hesitated; the thing was clearly huge, based on the decibel level of its scream, but...there was a large possibility that it was an injured clan mate, and she didn't really want to take that chance.
Hazel wheeled Arion to a stop by the scene, the colt skittering every few seconds in his nerves. The size of the thing was enormous - easily big enough to startle Arion. "Do you need anything else, Rad?" The cocoa colored feline asked, voice laced with concern.
Hazel wheeled Arion to a stop by the scene, the colt skittering every few seconds in his nerves. The size of the thing was enormous - easily big enough to startle Arion. "Do you need anything else, Rad?" The cocoa colored feline asked, voice laced with concern.
★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better