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Pastel
I don't love you like I did yesterday
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Post by →pastel on Apr 22, 2007 8:17:16 GMT -5
Grey physique wandered into the lands, rich amber chasms darting to and fro. Weathered paws graced the earth, small imprints could be spotted behind, caused by such paws. Smirking in a mild joy, Octane tilted his head at an angle, allowing a brief, raspy howl to escape from his larynx. Tail swayed as he continued at a walking pace, ready to survey his newfound lands. White underbelly smudged in mud, the wolfen advanced. His quad of pillars worked quickly, though aching terribly from his journeys. Tane was anticipating his rule of a new pack, one made for indecisive neutrals such as himself. Those who couldn't decide between dark or light, those who could care less about the useless skirmishes that result from the enmity between the sides. Halting quite suddenly, Octane drew in a breath. It was fresh, and the scents of others were very faint. He was ready to build his pack.
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