08-18-2018, 07:49 AM
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Dagon was a known cynic. He was a very unhappy man, hardened by experience and on the constant defensive.
He held a whiskey bottle in his tail as he stepped into the medic den, whiskey glasses clinking together in the bag in his mouth. He approached Atbash lightly, setting down the things and shoving her with a paw.
"Atbash. Atbash. Let’s have a drink.” He said, looking down at the leader and laying down, staring at her.
Dagon was a plan brown tom- he was slightly more stocky than Dimitri and he had those empty, pupiless black eyes.
He held a whiskey bottle in his tail as he stepped into the medic den, whiskey glasses clinking together in the bag in his mouth. He approached Atbash lightly, setting down the things and shoving her with a paw.
"Atbash. Atbash. Let’s have a drink.” He said, looking down at the leader and laying down, staring at her.
Dagon was a plan brown tom- he was slightly more stocky than Dimitri and he had those empty, pupiless black eyes.
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Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
There's a shadow hanging over me
———— @Owlie & Elysium & info