02-05-2022, 07:45 AM
(Edited 02-07-2022, 01:16 AM by LUCINDER XIU.)
EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—
the male was, understandably, cold. he wasn't made for this, no, not he. tiny flakes were spiraling from the sky, making him shiver every time it touched his exposed flesh. his fur was standing up, teeth chattering. oh how he wished he still had his mother. so much time had passed and not a moment did he forget about her. a small sigh racked his body, he was sad. undoubtedly. so he wanted a walk, and it started snowing. lucinder spotted a small house ahead, hurried to it. maybe there was someone, some warmth, guidance even, if he could only hope. a figure appeared at the door, looked like he was about to close it. "wait! please..."
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
the male was, understandably, cold. he wasn't made for this, no, not he. tiny flakes were spiraling from the sky, making him shiver every time it touched his exposed flesh. his fur was standing up, teeth chattering. oh how he wished he still had his mother. so much time had passed and not a moment did he forget about her. a small sigh racked his body, he was sad. undoubtedly. so he wanted a walk, and it started snowing. lucinder spotted a small house ahead, hurried to it. maybe there was someone, some warmth, guidance even, if he could only hope. a figure appeared at the door, looked like he was about to close it. "wait! please..."
—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN
"SPEECH"
ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 2 years
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH
lucinder x — tanglewood — 2 years
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH