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Post by † Demon † on May 7, 2005 15:12:34 GMT -5
Meh. This post is sucky! Don't you think..? [glow=black,2,300]
As the grave words floated past Demon's auds, she felt the words touch deep in her mind. As her optics flickered over his form, she could feel his memoric pain; the agony of retracing lost thoughts and dreams that haunt the very soul.
Taking a step towards him, as the words trailed into the distance, she lifted her head and let her nose brush against his. "Markaz," she breathed softly, trying to cause some comfort for him, "Markaz, I am sorry for the misfortunes you had in your cubhood, yet now you must let those memories fade. You have a new family now, one that loves you more than any words could express..." Pausing, she nuzzled the softest part of his neck, "...And," she continued finally, her voice still gentle and loving, "...you have a pack too. One which you have fine positions in. You are a lead warrior, and a Co-Dragga. Could you want anything more?"
Licking his maw, she held his gaze with an understanding, and loving glance. Her ebony tassle fluttered sweetly behind her, and her fur whipped lightly in the wind. "Markaz?" she whispered finally, a nagging urge to break the silence. "Are you... Okay?"
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