by ~Star Grace~ » Tue Feb 25, 2014 11:19 am
Mountain watches as the young dog turns into a human, she was still in her beautiful dark dress and simply smiles sadly as she looks at Laika, "Do you like it?" she asks, then suddenly another thought comes into her head, one that she thought she had forbidden, one that never brought happy memories, one that evolved this new dog, one that was sure to end horribly, just like last time.
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And who are you, the proud lord said
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
And in a coat of red
Or a coat of gold
A lion still has claws.
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long as sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere.
Yet now the rains weep o'er his halls,
With no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his halls,
With not a soul to hear.
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