by Shezza. » Thu May 31, 2012 9:57 am
Skylar shrugged, his own spiked collar jingled to his movement. He licked the remaining juice off of his lips. "Lillac," He said, distantly, trailing off. "I know im not the best traveling partner...the best dog to have a conversation with..." He paused, hesitating. "But you're not annoyed of me...are you?" He asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

I bleed myself to be your drink:
Is not the blood of poets--ink?
-William Soutar
