GOOD IS NOT A THING YOU DO / o, joining

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PIMOSTRA[/td][td][div style="width:270px; height:275px; overflow:hidden; margin-left:-130px;margin-top:12px;"][div style="width:287px; height:275px;text-align:justify; font-family:times new roman; font-size:13px; color:#FF5A6E; line-height:10px; overflow:auto;"]As soon as the familiar scent hit her, Pim found herself recoiling and her fur standing on edge. It was him. Why did it have to be him. Did life just want to make her miserable? Was it doing this on purpose to remind her of her past sins? Not to mention the punishment that came from those sins? The large feline found herself feeling somewhat light headed, though she made her way over to the border. She had recently joined herself, so maybe she should be exploring rather than greeting new people.. However, a small force gently urged her towards someone she was not looking forward in seeing again.

"Stark." She said bitterly as she glared at him, candy red eyes smoldering with anger. "What brings you here?" Perhaps she should at least feign happiness for the sake of being appearing kind to the others, but when you've been traumatized by someone, you can't really help but be bitter and scared.

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