dawnroyalty:
“Oh? You aren’t say a word to me, aren’t you love?” Feet crunches against steeled floor, dashing with swords being gripped with both hands, making her body turn, then proceeding to whip up some (un)pleasant winds tonight, raising them down to strike. “Come on! Don’t wanna go back to good old times? I’ll assure that you won’t forget it.”
Even as she had turned her back to the woman, those furry sonar would swivel, intently listening to everything that was happening, as she would be able to judge an incoming attack. Texas would shift her weight, and elegantly spin, hair, and fur being caught at the edges of the supposedly unpleasant winds, merely fluttering in response. The Lupo, blatantly uninterested in escalating the situation further.
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dawnroyalty:
“Oh my god…. Texas… Is that you?” Lappland questions, in such a sultry tone, so sickening sweet, but hiding that insaneness. She’s here, she’s here, she’s here, hands touching such lovely crafted blades, drawing them out, revealing taller than Blanc Lupo!
“So, you decided to stop hiding, dear lover?”
A blank stare from the Lupo, clearly less than thrilled from the single worded outburst, which had sparked from the comments that she was making. Well, now that she had said her piece, she figured it was time to go find something else to do, specifically where Lappland wasn’t.
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dawnroyalty:
“GARNATH X TEXAS LETS GO!!!”
“No.”
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