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[Maserati de le Poer]

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-- ----------faster, faster.. the lights are turnin' red The girl was surprised by his immediate and jarring reaction; often she was met with curiosity or intrigue, occasionally with the "you're weird because you're different than me" thing, but rarely was she met with outright apprehension. Usually being a small female had that effect on folks, and at the moment his behaviour was enough to make her brows crinkle into a small frown. It wasn't disgust or malice; if anything, she was slightly offended. Although he was a coyote, he appeared to be rather large--they seemed to be approximately the same size. Raised in a relatively prejudice free environment, Maserati was unfortunately ignorant to the entire coyote vs. wolf ordeal. Moving a hair closer so it was less awkward to talk, she offered her introduction promptly. Echk, didn't mean to startle yeh, mate! Oi'm Maserati O'Clavin, or de le Poer, whichev'r. One of these days she would have to decide on her full name; her inclination was to proudly wear the name of the wolf who'd raised her, but being in these lands where Anselm was somewhat known prompted her to add the second title. Either way, saying both was pretty awkward and growing increasingly annoying. For now, she pushed that aside. Here, her ears fell back apologetically and she looked away sheepishly. Oi just wanted to say Oi liked your paint job, she admitted, tapping the side of her snout lightly in the same area as his unique purple mark.

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