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Willow grinned,letting go of him and cracked her knuckles. "What do I get when I win?"She asked,her eyes were dark with mischief. She would defiantly use her skills against the boy. Size never mattered,neither did strength. It was all about position and impact,and willow,being as observant as she was, knew almost everyone's weak spot and weak points.



she/them
writing is everything
shoot me a pm c:
xx
Andromeda, Blue-ish grey wolf.
*Rank: Regular 'Mutt'.
*With: Others, maybe.
*Crush: No one.. maybe..
*Doing: Music.
*Feeling: Inspired, relaxed.
Draco, African Lion.
*Rank: Regular 'Kitty Cat'.
*With: Alone.
*Crush: No one.
*Doing: Push ups.
*Feeling: Determined.

she/them
writing is everything
shoot me a pm c:
xx
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