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(--) Lost this one too. XD


Myrika is by me!

Still, she said, embarrassed for herself. It's not nice, even if it is typical. It was typical of the kids in Thornloe to mock her big ears and little muzzle, her oversized paws and gangly body -- but that didn't make it nice, not in the least. She smiled her apology and murmured a repetition. I'm sorry. Much like Morcant, the cat seemed intent on appearing utterly nonplussed by her appearance. There was otherworldly intelligence in this cat's eyes, however, where Morcant was simply feral. Though the two seemed to be the same species, they might have been different ones entirely for the world of difference between them.

His question also surprised her. Tilting her head to one side, the hybrid nodded slowly. How do you know the coyotes? she asked. The redhead figured her rank didn't hold much meaning to the feline, and so she declined to include it. Deciding rather suddenly their difference of height was rude, the hybrid jumped to the earth and let Cahal wander. The big stallion would not go far -- and indeed, he took only a few steps away and bent his head to graze on the growth in the meadow itself.

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