plummet to your death | stark

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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;"]She was wandering around the observatory wait her tail dragging along the ground, ears flattening against her head. She was expecting a fresh new start, but with Stark being here now, that changed things. Whatever anxiety she had was now amped up because of that.. that brute! Pim took a seat on the cold floor and sighed, tail curling around her flank. There was pink exposed and vaguely shaped like an "s". A sign of former trauma. Yes.. It was her fault she got this scar, and yes, she should have not tried killing her clanmate as revenge, but carving an s into her flank.. It made her want to cry just thinking about it. Stark had taken her ability to dance.. the humiliation and pain she had experienced... It wasn't something she didn't want to happen again.

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