11-25-2009, 01:35 PM
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After his failed and miserable attempt to court the coyote girl, Larkspur had asked Misery for more advice. She had explained things in the curious way she did—speaking about devotion, and her own love for Damian. He understood that love was eternal, maddening, and that two souls connected forever. She still spoke to her dead king, and Lark did not find this peculiar at all. Most of the Khalif spoke to the dead. Most of the Khalif were mad, too, but that went without saying.
He had seen her, a cinnamon colored woman with red hair, and been infatuated. Red fur was still incredibly new to him, and he found it fascinating. So he followed her, a black and bleached colored man with peculiar white brands all along his arms. He was not entirely disheveled, but he looked a bit worn for wear. The ride had been a fast one, the sort he took to remind himself of how free he now was.
After his failed and miserable attempt to court the coyote girl, Larkspur had asked Misery for more advice. She had explained things in the curious way she did—speaking about devotion, and her own love for Damian. He understood that love was eternal, maddening, and that two souls connected forever. She still spoke to her dead king, and Lark did not find this peculiar at all. Most of the Khalif spoke to the dead. Most of the Khalif were mad, too, but that went without saying.
He had seen her, a cinnamon colored woman with red hair, and been infatuated. Red fur was still incredibly new to him, and he found it fascinating. So he followed her, a black and bleached colored man with peculiar white brands all along his arms. He was not entirely disheveled, but he looked a bit worn for wear. The ride had been a fast one, the sort he took to remind himself of how free he now was.
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