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hollowed out and rotten to the core.
By: vertigo. Date: May 13, 2013, 3:53 pm
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[font=georgia]The splash of a heavy rains and harsh winds felt
like needle pin pricks as a young grey and white tom padded
swiftly towards the unknown. Bright gem colored orbs flared in
frustration, and the young Django longed for shelter, just to
get out of the rain. His lithe form crept quickly, making no
noise across the thundering landscapes. The rain disguised some
of the Cercis scent, but with the help of his nose, Django knew
he was close to trespassing and stopped short.
Almost upon reaching the border, the rain and thunder vanished,
though a few flashes of lightning were quite hesitant to go.
Shaking out his fur, Django waited for some felines to come
across his shivering form. Upon the thunderstorm ending, a dense
fog covered the ground, making all visible surroundings vanish
in a ghostly pale white. Among that was whispers, for young
Django was alone...[/font]
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Re: hollowed out and rotten to the core.
By: splashy Date: May 13, 2013, 7:14 pm
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Maybe if she could speak everything would be easier. But
obviously nothing was going to be easy for the small, disabled
little albino who was three-legged and mute. Whoop dee doo. But
then again, her life was perfect. She was never upset, only when
she was jealous, because she truly did have it all. The position
of her dreams, Doctor, a mate who loved her so much, Orion, and
children. They loved her, she loved them, and one of them was
even training under her. It was perfect. The mist was quite
concealing for her flashing, alabaster pelt. Minus her
brilliant, ruby red doe eyes, Circe was undetectable.
Who said Doctors couldn't fight? Orion and Zenida had both
taught her at one point or another, so she wasn't useless. After
a few moments of watching Django through tempest, relaxed
optics, she sprang out, landing as nimbly as one could with
three legs. Offering a soft smile, Circe made no hostile
movements, but wanted to make it pretty clear this was her land.
Well, the land that held her loyalty and the land that her mate
ruled over. So, her land. With a look as if to say 'why are you
here, darling?', the albino feline sat down, eyes not leaving
the trespasser for even a moment.
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Re: hollowed out and rotten to the core.
By: vertigo. Date: May 13, 2013, 8:57 pm
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[font=georgia]As if he could somehow sense her non-aggressive
stance, he simply bowed his head in respect. He hadn't known she
was mute, but his natural intelligence guessed that she could
not speak. He didn't want to plainly say, 'you're a mute, so i
hope you understand what i'm saying'. No, he needed to
communicate as easily as possible. Shuffling his paws, Django
blinked his neon green and yellow flaked orbs. "Hello, I'm
Django, and I would like to join this feline group," he meowed
confidently, giving one solemn nod. "I am, and have always been
a loner, not belonging to any religions. Yet, I am willing to
follow any sort of customs you have here, that is, if you will
accept me."[/font]
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