08-27-2018, 10:48 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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Pierce knew what it was like to be lost. Both literally and figuratively, Pierce had found himself hopelessly lost so many times. At only five months old, he'd had to leave the home he was abandoned in to seek shelter, been thrust into the unknown with no knowledge of anything outside his little home. He had stumbled across his first clan by complete chance, which was a slightly different situation from Bottleblond's. Figuratively, god, he'd been "lost" so many times, but he wasn't going to get into that- he still wasn't emotionally stable enough to think about any of those things right now.
He had been on his usual walk around the territory, which usually consisted of him pausing every couple of steps to either pick a flower or to sketch something down that he might want to repaint later. However, the sight of two figures in the distance, one of which he was pretty sure was Ilijas, distracted him from the little bumble bee he had stopped to look at. Could it be a joiner, or an aggressor? Or perhaps it was just some lost traveller. Abandoning the buzzing insect, Pierce lifted his head, shifting the satchel slung over his shoulder to mask the large burn scar beneath it as he approached. Considering the girl looked overwhelmed enough and Ilijas had already asked the appropriate questions, he settled for a gentle greeting of, "Hey," accompanied by a warm smile for the time being.
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He had been on his usual walk around the territory, which usually consisted of him pausing every couple of steps to either pick a flower or to sketch something down that he might want to repaint later. However, the sight of two figures in the distance, one of which he was pretty sure was Ilijas, distracted him from the little bumble bee he had stopped to look at. Could it be a joiner, or an aggressor? Or perhaps it was just some lost traveller. Abandoning the buzzing insect, Pierce lifted his head, shifting the satchel slung over his shoulder to mask the large burn scar beneath it as he approached. Considering the girl looked overwhelmed enough and Ilijas had already asked the appropriate questions, he settled for a gentle greeting of, "Hey," accompanied by a warm smile for the time being.
"speech"
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