10-07-2018, 12:11 AM
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Safe to say, Fidelio’s luck was running out. This lion was being an awful bitch. He hadn’t expected that. ”I’m practically royalty. My father will kick your ass sideways.” He taunted. Fidelio was skilled at lying. It was probably something he had picked up from his father. Truth was, he wouldn’t exactly be considered noble anymore, since his father was off galavanting in the middle of nowhere with his mother instead of leading a group.
Fidelio found himself slammed to the ground by his scruff and he laid quietly and submissively, knowing he’d be caught. ”Done pleasing your ego? Ya get turned on by beating up on innocent creatures half your size?” The Italian-German scoffed with his head still pressed to the ground. His blue eyes flickered back to stare at his attacker with a smug, almost flirtacious glare. Fidelio was certainly a wild card. Unpredictable and hardly ever talking without putting in some sort of lie in his sentences.
Safe to say, Fidelio’s luck was running out. This lion was being an awful bitch. He hadn’t expected that. ”I’m practically royalty. My father will kick your ass sideways.” He taunted. Fidelio was skilled at lying. It was probably something he had picked up from his father. Truth was, he wouldn’t exactly be considered noble anymore, since his father was off galavanting in the middle of nowhere with his mother instead of leading a group.
Fidelio found himself slammed to the ground by his scruff and he laid quietly and submissively, knowing he’d be caught. ”Done pleasing your ego? Ya get turned on by beating up on innocent creatures half your size?” The Italian-German scoffed with his head still pressed to the ground. His blue eyes flickered back to stare at his attacker with a smug, almost flirtacious glare. Fidelio was certainly a wild card. Unpredictable and hardly ever talking without putting in some sort of lie in his sentences.