I just wanna run, hide it away, run because they're chasing me down~
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"In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity."
-Hunter S. Thompson
Hello there. I am Th13f, but you may simply call me 13. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
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Upon seeing this sightly Vindex, I have decided to name him Vuurvliegie (Voore-vlie-gee). It is Afrikaans (his native tongue) for firefly.
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As soon as I laid eyes upon this beauty, the first word I uttered was a simple one.
"Firefly."
His glowing eyes reminded me of one, and the little lights (I think they are) on his back were absolutely beauteous, reminding me of the delicate little creature.
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Vuurvliegie, or Voore, is obviously one of the masculine sex. He is much bigger than the females of his species, and speaks in a low voice.
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Vuurvliegie is a very strange Vindex. He absolutely loathes talking, but can’t bear the silence. His best intentions usually turn out to be the very worst of situations, more often than not his friends (or should I say victims?) ending up traumatized or worse. Voore enjoys the loneliness of his life, generally staying by himself instead of in large crowds. He tends to shy away from loud noises, but likes to hear the peace and tranquility of the forest where he lives in.
This Vindex is probably what most would define as a bad boy. He knows how to show a girl a good time, but can never settle down with just one mate. Marriage scares him, and he doesn’t really know what love truly means. Aside from that, Voore is very rebellious for his age—a good four moon cycles—and has few friends. Did I mention he’s not that social?
All in all, Vuurvliegie is just a strange Vindex who takes pleasure in being alone. He's not that interesting, unless you get on his bad side. Then all hell breaks loose, and you're officially screwed.
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He should have never been there in the first place. The blackened cement crumbled and cracked beneath his paws, sending the Vindex spiraling downwards. He tried to scream, but no noise came out. Just as his demise seemed certain, a small voice rang out like a silver bell.
"Voore! Wake up, sleepyhead!"
Vuurvligie awoke with a startled gasp, looking to the small pine martin beside him. wip
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I just wanna run by the Downtown Fiction
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So excited! Getting my first Kiamara in a month because of train. and .Blue.'s breeding!!! <333
