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03-22-2017, 09:17 PM
| PIPPIGRIN HOME IS BEHIND THE WORLD AHEAD
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It was true, it seemed he had burned himself; upon turning his gaze down to his stomach he found a singed patch of missing hair, revealing his black skin and in some places, the glowing pink flesh beneath. He'd never sustained an injury quite like it, so at first, it was all quite surreal and dreamlike - he couldn't actually feel it.
Stone-like eyes turned to look upon the angel's face once again, finding her nose-deep in a pouch she carried before out she plucked some sweet smelling herbs.
He made no attempt to stand, only shifted over the bed of sand he found himself laying back-down upon and crossed his back legs in a strange attempt to hide his manhood from the miss - he was quite sure that no one had seen that before; no one could look that low. She spoke her name, and his face lit ever-so-slightly. What a wonderful name she had.
"I'm Pip; a Guardian" He spoke in a strange attempt to reclaim some dignity "and I think it's burnt my tummy" he murmured, embarrassment flooding his cheeks.
