by the family business. » Tue Mar 18, 2014 11:38 am
Dallas sighed, "Fine, I'll be there." He replied simply to the fae, Walking back toward his pack, Sighing gently.
Zasha snarled and watched the last of them take off like she had planned before falling into pace with Maverick, Latching her fangs onto the injured doe's throat before puncturing the windpipe. With that, She charged at the other who was still running and leapt, Landing squarely on its back with her claws digging into his shoulders.
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hello everyone! I am the
family business, a teenag
e female currently living
in canada. I have multipl
e favourite television sho
ws, feel free to ask about
them, as well as different
bands and maybe even re
commend a few.
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