by ~Phantasos~ » Fri Jan 18, 2013 6:18 am
Soldier pinned his ears and looked away.
Chance stroked his ears gently trying to ignore the fact that in wolf form,soldier could kill her in less than thirty seconds.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."