09-19-2018, 10:18 PM
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Suvi bit her lip. She glanced between Caesar and her father, brows remaining creased. Officer. If anything, the child's eyes flickered in confusion, trying to peice together how Caesar was... So much more impressive - that was the vibe she was getting - than everyone, even someone like her father, whom was king of their people. War-torn the place had been. She shuffled her paws, one over the other. The demon was the first to ever demand about her lack of speech, and she did not like it.
The canine that followed him however, was much nicer and her tail went on wagging. Victor. Nice husky. Then Alexander; another wolf. One she'd out grow one day, perhaps, although Suvi was clearly the runt of her litter. It did not bother her. She watched him curiously, letting him take her ball, accustomed to her brothers often grabbing her toys before starting a game.
His teeth... Weren't normal. For a second her ears flicked back. Still. Amost instictively, she bats the ball back, smiling.
[align=right]— mhaighdean uasal bhàn
Suvi bit her lip. She glanced between Caesar and her father, brows remaining creased. Officer. If anything, the child's eyes flickered in confusion, trying to peice together how Caesar was... So much more impressive - that was the vibe she was getting - than everyone, even someone like her father, whom was king of their people. War-torn the place had been. She shuffled her paws, one over the other. The demon was the first to ever demand about her lack of speech, and she did not like it.
The canine that followed him however, was much nicer and her tail went on wagging. Victor. Nice husky. Then Alexander; another wolf. One she'd out grow one day, perhaps, although Suvi was clearly the runt of her litter. It did not bother her. She watched him curiously, letting him take her ball, accustomed to her brothers often grabbing her toys before starting a game.
His teeth... Weren't normal. For a second her ears flicked back. Still. Amost instictively, she bats the ball back, smiling.
[align=right]— mhaighdean uasal bhàn