03-07-2021, 09:07 PM
I'LL NEVER BE YOUR CHOSEN ONE
"Look vat zee vaffes sbit out," snarked an approaching tom, the one in question actually. He shook his head, limping over to the walking crew. He looked over his uncle, a relaxed smile on his maw. His fishy uncle hadn't changed much, unlike himself. Many new scars littered his once soft white pelt. He nodded to the rest, moving to greet his uncle with a headbump against the others shoulder.
"How are vu, Uncle Morrizon?" he asked, surprised to see the pirate. He hadn't his uncle in a long time and he couldn't help but wonder if he knew of the state of their former kingdoms. His expression darkened for a moment before he quickly replaced it with a happier one. He shook his head at the mention of alcohol, looking over towards Arrow. "I vouldn't recommend it, he'll drink vu out of your home und zen ask for more," he joked.
"How are vu, Uncle Morrizon?" he asked, surprised to see the pirate. He hadn't his uncle in a long time and he couldn't help but wonder if he knew of the state of their former kingdoms. His expression darkened for a moment before he quickly replaced it with a happier one. He shook his head at the mention of alcohol, looking over towards Arrow. "I vouldn't recommend it, he'll drink vu out of your home und zen ask for more," he joked.
SO CRAWL ON MY BELLY 'TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
— Reggan