Lionness
Daughtry
Fairram Rise
a short pole fashioned off the limb of a fallen oak holds the cleaned and skinned carcasses of four rabbits. whistling as he approaches his camp as birds take flight in fear. his attempts at carrying a tune are more the hissing sounds of a predator on the prowl. he is a long way from mastering any type of oral communication. nostrils flare as he once again picks up the scent of the watcher. they have made no attempt to show themselves or their intent.he steps into the cave that serves as his dwelling and stokes the cooking fire. the cool interior of the cave balances out the heat from the cooking fire. smoke rises and escapes through a small crevice in the caves ceiling. not the most efficient, smoke would build inside the small cave, but it kept the willowwisps out, they hated the smoke.
the fire slowly took life again as he threaded the four rabbits unto a spit. when it evened out into an even and manageable flame, he had no taste for burnt flesh, his eating preferences have definitely changed. the rabbits spitted and lain across the low fire as he rocks back on oversized hand legs, his attention fully on the slow rotation of the meat beginning to roast.
I thought freedom of speech was ok in America
*loves Ronnie Milsap*
drinks longer
Country music and this what I thought of…
standing inside its stall
waiting
trying to not move too much
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Enemy
waving
nodding
*listening to Martina McBride*
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be safe my sweet sister
*blows a kiss*
looks around some while still alone
the comments made her Google His step-daughter..*a beast sighed quietly*
Ok baby
Hope to see you tonight
ohhh thank you!
Ms must go