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07-08-2014, 09:38 PM
She shifted her weight, turning in a little to watch him closer. He says that it seems she can hold her own, and a weak smile manages to grace her lips. And, as she asked how he was doing that caused a quick, chopped off response. Her orbs peered toward him, disbelief in her orbs. There was a chuckle that escaped his maw and I could only twist a little in her cranium, awaiting the true story that would perhaps fall from his lips now. Finally, though, he allowed words to fall from his lips. Apologizing for lying before saying that the sand was still his home. "Every bird must fly from the coop," she offered, yellow eyes softening a little even though she couldn't understand the pain which had to be messing with him. "I'm trying my best to make it comfortable. Most are loyal - they simply want a place to fit in, to stop being treated as broken," she tried to explain, something I had taught her. I had made her take in Liebling - I had made her help the innocents, put the training Schwere had put on her to good use. There is a gentle snort as she turns her maw in towards him and allows her voice to fall again, "Can I… help at all?" The offer was true, even if the sentiments behind them were unable to be felt. I liked him there beside her, and she had grown used to him, almost safe near him. It was perfect for my vision, and my daughter would soon realize that. If you're warm, then you can't relate to me
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Glory and Gore go Hand in Hand
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Glory and Gore go Hand in Hand
That's Why We're Making Headlines
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