Burn it to the Ground

[Conor Soul]

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I'm thinking I should make this table purple instead to match Conor's theme better! *nods* 300+ It all goes, all goes by      Like most days Conor’s restless body drove him into a wander. His body had to burn away some of that uncomfortable high amount of energy and emotions that swivelled inside his adolescent body. Conor was not about to fall into the usual teenager phase. He was beyond that, never had been a very normal boy in that aspect. He did not sink deep into depressions and ride the rollercoaster of mood swings. He was just Conor Soul and he was in love. The golden boy had been in love for as long as he could remember and he knew now what it meant. What it meant to be in love. It was such a strong sensation, but who could he talk with about this song in his heart? He needed someone who could understand without frowning. There was no one here that he could confide in. The only person he felt completely comfortable talking about everything with was the one person that he absolutely could not tell. Alexey Koios, his nanny and parent, the one that had raised him. The person he loved.       As always when he thought of her, the young male was completely absent minded and did not notice the fence before he walked into it His pace had been slow yet quite steady, so left a throbbing pain in his middle floor. Lavender eyes automatically scanned the landscape now to ensure that no one was here to witness his silly blooper. Unfortunately, his eyes found an earthen coated woman to the far right on the other side of the fence. Golden ears folded to rest against his skull and the blush came instantly, but he quickly realized that it was possible that the other wolf was not even a Dahlian. In order to inspect this further he started walking along the fence towards her, trying to see if he would managed to find some dignity that had not been lost when he walked into the human made blockage. ”Ahoy there,” the boy greeted with an overly cheerful voice. Her scent spoke of pack, but not the Dahlia de Mai one. ”You’re taking a risk entering these lands without an escort, lady.” Unless she was a friend of his father’s. It was just that Conor doubted that his sire had any.

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