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Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog
At the shrine of your lies Social gatherings had never been a favorite for the brindle, even amongst those he considered close friends; it simply wasn't his style. But if there was one thing he loathed more than that, it was equines, pure and simple. So as he stood cluelessly before the ship, marveling at the thing and contemplating if he would rather take his chances or just drown than step foot inside it... Well, it was tempting, and he surely would have seen the ship off if not for Talbot's persistence to board. A heavy sigh passed the spiral-horned male's lips, and as he took that first step forward, his attention was drawn towards an equine, bearing the same unusual pattern as he, though she bore no horns, and practically demanded they pair up. She did, however, carry herself upon bloodied legs and within a hide even more scarred than his own... "Just keep your distance, equine," came a grumble as he followed after her, Talbot eyeing the lanky feline from beside his master with clear wariness. This could get interesting. "Talk talk talk" @[Histe] I'll tell you my sins
So you can sharpen your knife |
The Weaver's Workshop
HP: 45
