by childo » Thu Aug 01, 2013 10:14 am
Genie moved to sit by the door, she looked out the large window in the door, her ears perked and fell everytime time someone passed, every one here was too busy to talk and her patience was wearing thin, she dropped back into her old habit of hugging her tail, she wrapped it around herself and nuzzled it with her face, it may not be somebody else but it was the clossest thing she had
Chenoa, my fursona.
(Made transparent by Geirou, and created by Geirou)
Spirits walking through the night,
Glowing with their souls alight,
Out of the resting place an angel stirs,
Casting away the halo of hers,
The rebellious words that she spoke,
Took away heavens hope,
Fallen angels own your soul.
