07-09-2018, 07:18 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille approached them at an even pace, noting that if Suiteheart and Rin were already there, this joiner was probably going to be alright if he walked the rest of the way for a few additional seconds. His gaze flickered over her sopping pelt, and for a moment he had a blur of images in his head: Berry, as they dragged her broken body out of the gorge, her fur dark and plastered to her body with the river water; the dark flashes of matted fur as Dawn disappeared under the surface; countless drenched strangers they yanked out of the gorge, determining that they must have fell trying to get to their territory. He shook himself, swallowing, and focused on the present.
"I've got you," he commented lowly, conjuring two rabbits at his paw from the Observatory. His stare slid over the stranger once more, and he drawled, "Damn, boo. You really did a number on yourself." The Tribe's lingo slipped easy off his tongue, and it seemed to more often these days.
"I've got you," he commented lowly, conjuring two rabbits at his paw from the Observatory. His stare slid over the stranger once more, and he drawled, "Damn, boo. You really did a number on yourself." The Tribe's lingo slipped easy off his tongue, and it seemed to more often these days.
[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]