these aging fingers never forget
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Lisichka had shifted today, his fur short and his muscles nearly exposed. Colibri had liked it, no, loved it, but he had felt strange this way. Somehow, without the protection of his fluffy coat he felt naked. How had the humans survived? He twitched his tail slowly ini time with the melody produced by the violin carefully tucked beneath his chin. he had to be careful, or else his nail's might slice through a string and then he'd be SOL until he found another set somewhere. This particular piece had been in Mercido's old house, now abandoned for years. How odd it was, that he had felt no qualms taking his dead brother's daughter.

The music stopped suddenly as he spotted the massive figure of the Die Bohrung - it was powerful and dangerous, and for some odd reason the male wanted to investigate. A feeling of darkness crossed over his figure, and he wondered what had happened here, what was keeping this place with such a feeling. Dare he enter? For a moment, the white figure stopped and just meekly stared ahead.
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