Reserved <3

Octavia wrote:Why my nails of coarse, come now darling just look at them!
Octavia wrote:W-What is this! how dare you show them this!
Astella wrote:Um... I like how my fur shines in the moonlight. Well, not really shine, that is, but more of... glows or reflects it. Either way, I think it's pretty.
Art
Astella stepped swiftly through the bracken. The moon shined full high above, sending delicate rays upon her pelt, but shadows quickly engulfed her as she ventured deeper into the forest. The strange thing about her was that she was afraid of the dark. She gasped and grunted as she leaped stealthily onto a high rock that let her view above the forest canopy of treetops. The moon was not as bright as the sun, but it was still light, and it was her favorite light too. The silver rays gleamed upon her glossy fur. The sight of herself would make one shiver with awe. Then she began to sing a gentle melody softly, a simple and sweet one as well. It had no words, but it could make you fall into a deep, beautiful trance. Stars, as silver as the moon, seemed to dance and swirl in step to her song. Virgo and ursa major, Aquarius and capricorn, all in a peaceful waltz. When her song was over, Astella curled up on the rock and hummed it under her breath. Silentley, the stars went back to their place in the indigo sky and fell asleep. Of course, the stars never moved from their celestial positions, Astella's imagination was quite vivid. Astella, seing her nightly friends had gone to their beds, fell into a peaceful slumber.
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
Edgar Allan Poe



Houston, we have a 'possum.

You can only kill so many possum.


Just play dead.They'll never notice the difference.

"I seldom go to films.They are too exciting." said the Honourable Possum.


Ay, I'm awesome, every time I lay it down. I think that I kill em, play possum.

Opossums are works of art.

But alas,it's a possum.

Though cute,I hate how possums trick me into thinking they're gone.






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