February 16th, 2021, 08:33 PM
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~suffering anemoia~
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Join Date: Feb 2021
Gender: Female
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Re: Fisher's Point
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......Wonderful...just wonderful.
She was fit to mutilate something...or at least she looked like she was, the she-cat the color of old blood and fresh rust. She smelled of it too, a dry metallic tang hanging limply in the air surrounding her, like forgotten prey. The obnoxious stench would be hanging around her, poking at her eyes and prodding at her nostrils, for some time she knew, released continuously from the elderly wound hidden under her long strands of fur. It stretched and contorted each time she moved her shoulder back and forth, small pieces of the bunch of cobwebs she caged the wound within sticking to the back of her left front leg as she kept moving forward. Her face shifted to house a dread-raising scowl, and her eyes were framed with lines of pure annoyance, slowly morphing into anger. Yes, Merlot was especially peeved today, thank you very much.
Last edited by Peachblossom; February 16th, 2021 at 08:34 PM.
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