by Phantasmagoria » Thu Nov 27, 2008 3:11 pm
Ziala walked outside, climging over the fencein human form, having learned her lesson about fences and wolf form. She began singing Greensleeves as she wlkaed through the dense, tall trees.
"Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company."
let me live || ǝıp ǝɯ ʇǝן