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  • Archive Re: Pearl

    Clem He hisses at the wolf and it slowly backs away, growling.

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem Eli scales over and Stands infront of me. The wolf howls and calls me off. I growl and it turns into a whimper, my ears going back into a ...

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem Another wolf comes near, male, and I snarl before growling at him to not come closer to us. He challenges me and I stay put, back up more against ...

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem He pets me and I growl in approval, laying down at his feet. Protecting him out of habit, I set my head to rest on my paws and glance ...

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Oh, and Clem isn't a Werewolf. She's just a regular wolf. Clem I see a glimpse of him and freeze, turning around and heading to where his scent is. I ...

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem I watch him go before letting my kanines grow and my night vision to kick in. I just keep it at that and glance around the trees, fully shifting ...

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem I study him before taking his hand, swallowing.

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem Confused, I don't take his hand or anything, stumbling backwards, "What the..."

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clementine Still freaked out, and back up some more before running.

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem I freeze when I see that and swallow, backing up.

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem I follow him, glancing around.

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem I get back to work and sigh.

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem "Okay," I nod.

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem I watch him before shaking my head and getting back to work.

    Sep 30, 2012
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    Clem I shrug, "Only if you want to."

    Sep 30, 2012


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