I haven't come to say I'm sorry; Karaugh

COTY

QOTY

"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura

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[private] I haven't come to say I'm sorry; Karaugh

Karaugh

Blood Lust

01-31-2017, 02:33 PM

The tightening of his form as she lightly brushed against him tempted her to do it even more. Why did they try to resist what they really wanted so much? She always did what she wanted when she wanted to do it. Her muzzle reached to touch his rosey pelt but stopped as she listened to his words. A question that actually required an answer he couldn't figure out on his own. Assuming he was deflecting she grinned, muzzle still a push away from his flesh. Formalities... Eh She quietly breathed her name into him,

Karaugh, it was all she said then. It was all she really needed to say. Wherever she came from didn't matter. Unless of course he took her up on her offer...

Karaugh

illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore