F R E A K S H O W [Krom, Karat, Kwartz]

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"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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F R E A K S H O W [Krom, Karat, Kwartz]

Kwartz
Pain is Pastel

Nomad

03-26-2018, 01:20 PM

Kwartz

Having friends was so much fun! They had chased each other to the borders of Sylva, kicking and bucking when the mood took them. Well. He and Krom had. Karat was being a stick in the mud, dragging her feet and pouting.

He glided a few meters every once in a while, daring Krom to keep up. It was funny watching Morty get ticked off the longer they walked. "Hey guys! I'll race you to that big beech tree!" The blackberries and cream boy challenged his companions as the forest around them began to shift from green to gold. He pranced in place, eager to run against his newfound relatives. Even if one of them was a no fun girl.

When you tear it all apart, it's just DNA

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