11-03-2020, 11:55 PM
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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #c48d85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]and͠ I w̙͐a̗͘n̠̓t ̨̄a̩̓ mom̶̜̿eṋ̌t̞͐ t̘̋ŏ̝ ̺͞be r̳͘é͚al
Soft, unstable paws shifted. The petite vixen's snowy form flickering in and from view. Invisible. Visible. Mitch-matched hues flickered, darting over voices, listening in silence. She had been unwell when the attack came. Still recovering from illness. The former medic did not want to fight, had taken Torren's word and did her best to glitch on purpose and take cover.
Paranoid, she kept glancing behind her. Waiting for her friend to catch up. Uneasy among tidings of distractions and warnings. But they had to... They had to try something.
Her family spread to both the Typhoon and the Pitt. Aurum was right. They had to be able to get help from them. Right?
Ears flicked back, chest tight as an entire leg disappeared from view. Hopefully she could help pull off a distraction. If she could direct her glitches... Maybe.
[/td][/tr][/table]Paranoid, she kept glancing behind her. Waiting for her friend to catch up. Uneasy among tidings of distractions and warnings. But they had to... They had to try something.
Her family spread to both the Typhoon and the Pitt. Aurum was right. They had to be able to get help from them. Right?
Ears flicked back, chest tight as an entire leg disappeared from view. Hopefully she could help pull off a distraction. If she could direct her glitches... Maybe.
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