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Post by Cursico! on Feb 3, 2009 14:24:49 GMT -5
Cursico gave up his mimicry without noticing as his ears and tail started to flick randomly again. "Not too deep" He pondered aloud, "Or it all goes black..." Black wasn't nice, it hardly even counted for a colour! Cursico rose to his feet, wobbling uncertainly like he had as a fawn (Something his mother had believed he would grow out of... did she still believe that now, wherever she was?) and trotting closer to Sanctuary with some resemblance of grace. "Or eyes" he added on unselfconsciously, reaching his nose up to hers.
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