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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?
A knife? And his husband? The petite deer-fox twitched her ears. Slight ire flickered with unease in her hazel hues. Lone patrol interrupted... Not that she had many herbs to speak for her little trip. Hardy as desert plants could be, the blizzard had not been kind.
Still. She did not like the thought of a confrontation. Wings shuffling at her sides. Four... Seven... Eight... Breathe. The Fleshweaver reluctantly trotted forward, a small figure of red, white, and black against the sand and snow. "If... If you're just here to cause trouble... Then go away."
The fae didn't like threats. Not to her home. Her family. Idly hooves shifted in the sand, the close connection to the earth soothing. Hardly an intimidating figure, but she meant her words. "... If not... Who are you? This is the Pitt's land... Why are you here?"
[/td][/tr][/table]Still. She did not like the thought of a confrontation. Wings shuffling at her sides. Four... Seven... Eight... Breathe. The Fleshweaver reluctantly trotted forward, a small figure of red, white, and black against the sand and snow. "If... If you're just here to cause trouble... Then go away."
The fae didn't like threats. Not to her home. Her family. Idly hooves shifted in the sand, the close connection to the earth soothing. Hardly an intimidating figure, but she meant her words. "... If not... Who are you? This is the Pitt's land... Why are you here?"
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