Post by Grimalde Selvaggio on Apr 2, 2020 6:14:24 GMT -6
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Go faster alone or go further together
It's all gonna help out, it won't last forever
Every good somethin' started from dust
And we ain't got nothin' but nothin's enough
Go faster alone or go further together
It's all gonna help out, it won't last forever
Every good somethin' started from dust
And we ain't got nothin' but nothin's enough
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“How do you live like this?”
Despite being top of the criminal food chain, Grimalde currently had his face planted against the floor, and his legs twisted up in ways that legs shouldn’t be able to. Nothing was broken except his pride.
Growling, he picked himself up off the floor. “What was that? Fifth? Sixth time? Maintaining a disguise shouldn’t be hard.” Not for him, at least, and as if to demonstrate, the space around him began to shift, and the bipedal canid dropped down to fours, molding away his purple locks and markings. He opened his eyes. Blood red sclera wrapped around his golden irises.
“But there’s something about the movement—” He huffed, assessing himself “—actually, Luxray may be too big for dancing with an Espeon.” The aim was to charm, not to intimidate, a less well-trodden path in his experience, but not foreign. He raised his eyes to the Alolan Ninetales. “Should suffice for you, though.”
Shaking his great mane, he straightened himself up, his gaze challenging. “Again.”
“How do you live like this?”
Despite being top of the criminal food chain, Grimalde currently had his face planted against the floor, and his legs twisted up in ways that legs shouldn’t be able to. Nothing was broken except his pride.
Growling, he picked himself up off the floor. “What was that? Fifth? Sixth time? Maintaining a disguise shouldn’t be hard.” Not for him, at least, and as if to demonstrate, the space around him began to shift, and the bipedal canid dropped down to fours, molding away his purple locks and markings. He opened his eyes. Blood red sclera wrapped around his golden irises.
“But there’s something about the movement—” He huffed, assessing himself “—actually, Luxray may be too big for dancing with an Espeon.” The aim was to charm, not to intimidate, a less well-trodden path in his experience, but not foreign. He raised his eyes to the Alolan Ninetales. “Should suffice for you, though.”
Shaking his great mane, he straightened himself up, his gaze challenging. “Again.”
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Samuel Edurne - 170 - dance time
Samuel Edurne - 170 - dance time
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