I'll be your wings. ((Indie RP blog for Maleficent's Diaval. I own nothing.))
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Restless Raven:|| Open
Diaval sat on the ground with his human legs stretched out in front of him. Useless things they were, when it all came down to it. Of course, one could walk, but walking was terribly mundane to a bird. His lower lip jutted out into what could almost be called a pout-- he couldn't change forms without the help of his mistress, and who knew when she'd see it fit to let him fly, no matter how lovely a day it was. After a moment, he flopped over onto his back, a sigh of frustration escaping him. It looked like the beginning of a long day.
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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
"Do you think yourself clever for throwing the word human in there?"
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