06-09-2009, 09:45 AM
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She turned at his voice, and then came towards him. His eyes trailed to the necklace she wore and he felt a peculiar twinge; where had that come from, he wondered. It was not uncommon to see her playing with it when she thought he wasn’t watching, staring off into the distance. Though that meant something, he did not know what. “I’m fine,” he said, aware of the bruises under his fur from the ring-eyed hybrid. Physical pain seemed lessened after the terrible wounds he had suffered from Cwmfen’s father.
His eyes darkened a shade. “What are you doing?” He asked again, perhaps a little more impatient then he needed to be. [/html]