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10:12am Jan 20 2014 (last edited on 12:11am Feb 16 2014)
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Welcome!
Xeo
Ah, hello. Somehow Cas has gotten around to trying to sell her writing, even though the market for writing commissions seems bleak. I'll help show you around a bit, because Cas feels a little awkward talking formally to other people like this.
Things Cas will write:
She could write anything for you, really, but just to give you an idea:
Pet Desc Character Desc Profile/Showroom/Rancher Desc Stories School Essays
Forms for Buying Writing:
Pets:
Name: Age: Gender: Colour/species: (ie. Trance Omni) Personality: *Backstory (optional): **Music (optional): Other:
Characters:
Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: (desc or image) Personality: *Backstory (optional): **Music (optional): Other:
Locations:
Location: Brief Desc of Desired Effect: *Backstory (optional): **Music (optional): Other:
Other:
Just tell me what you want I guess: Music (optional):
*Referring to any background or history this character or place has, especially for OCs and characters used in roleplaying or stories.
**Because Cas needs to get into a mood to write well, she needs things (very preferably music) to help her get into the mood of the pet or place you want to describe. So you can give Cas a youtube link or something that links to a song or piece of music that associates closely with your character or place in terms of vibe and/or personality. If you don't have any specific soundtrack for the writing that you want, Cas will choose my own music according to your deion. ^0^
Prices:
Cas will charge by word count.
300-500 words: 10mil
(Word count will be reported together with the writing. All commissions will be 10 mil unless you specify otherwise for a longer or shorter / more brief or more piece))
Samples:
Symptoms (trance wyrae)
Like you're going to die, like you're going to go crazy, and you don't know what there is you can do to save yourself. Symptoms was born from pain, sickness, sorrow, a torn heart, stomachaches from sadness and anxiety and sleepless nights. He feeds on meat charred black, and chews on the skulls of dead creatu with their jaws locked open. He reeks of tears, if you've ever smelt it.
He is the only one who is awake while all else is asleep at night, and he comes when you open your music box and listens with you until it stops. He sits beside you when you can't sleep and looks at the stars with you, and with his teeth he rips the curtains off to drape upon your weary shoulders. He comes almost every night, even when it rains, and you know you can tell him to go away but you don't. The air he breathes out stings your throat and his claws scratch the floor but you don't stop him. Sometimes when he's there for too long you start to cry because it's painful, but you still don't tell him to go away.
Because as much as he was born from rejection and agony, he was born from love. A love that is like the sharpest thorns of the most beautiful rose. A rose you can only look at from afar but can never touch. He was born from your want to touch the rose, to hold it, to keep it for ever. He was born from the blood and tears you shed when you first tried to take it, and from the yearning and mourning ever since that made him grow this big.
He was born from a love you still can't let go.
And something about the glowing lights on his body lulls you to sleep, gently, with tears in your eyes and the edge of your blanket clutched tightly in your fist. Your music box would slow and he would block the moonlight from piercing through the gaps under your eyelids.
And when you wake he would be gone, but you would still feel the dried tears on your face and see the scratches on the floor.
Salt's Pentagram (black omni)
The worst kinds of goodbyes are the kinds you can't prepare for, the kinds where you have too many things you can't say. The kinds where you know you'll probably never see them again, and even if you do not in your right state of mind to love them anymore. The kinds where you have to say goodbye to precious people who have made your life beautiful, and whom you have loved.
Pentagram was born from one of those goodbyes; hastily, messily, but with all the goodwill, and perhaps apology, you could find in a person. Goodwill that the person who carried Pentagram will always be safe from death, and apology that goodbye had to be this way. It was drawn with blood that was shed in place of tears, and was kept folded in the pocket of the figure who was turned away for a very long time. A permanent distance grew between two people; never to see each other again.
Pentagram carries safety from the angriest fires and tallest waves, from the most violent winds and devastating earthquakes. It fends off the blades of the most powerful swordsmen and the bullets of the strongest guns. And it heals the smallest scratch, and makes the most lethal poison leak out from the tips of your fingers, all without a single ounce of pain or injury. Like this, the Pentagram keeps its owner clear of all harm, and it also carries the unspoken words of goodbye.
It is thanks for the memories, and hope that more of them could be made in the future if they would both meet again someday. It is hope that with the life it protects, that life would be lived happily and well; and it is apology that all these could not be said aloud.
It is a last attempt for a "good"bye, to someone precious, to someone you always wish you could see one last time.
PLS BUY I LOVE YOU this is Cas' last attempt to endear herself to you although I tried telling her it won't work. PS. Desc means deeskreepshens OvO Using Desc to avoid Deion.
All pieces will be written and posted on this thread (or rmailed if specified). :D
Genlorious, Altair [x] Llama, Hustle [x] Genlorious, Lynn [x] Llama, Attract [x] Llama, Seduce [x] Genlorious, Arethusa [x] Dodo, Cruxshadow [x] Genlorious, Eros [x] |
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3:31am Jan 21 2014 (last edited on 2:11am Jan 22 2014)
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Apparently my form that I posted yesterday didn't go through but anyway !! c: To keep this thread going !
Name: ;; Altair Age: ;; 3 - 4 Years Old (( 18 - 24 Human Years )) Gender: ;; Male Appearance: Personality: ;; naive & a loner (( orrr you can always change it I guess ? )) Backstory: ;; (( I did one for him before but it was really vague so you're welcomed to make another one or just get creative ^^ )) Music: ;; you're welcomed to choose your own ! Other: ;; Hes not really an RPing character, so I guess Id take him as an OC ? Yeah. You can technically do anything with him cause I haven't got a proper purpose for him and stuff so :l
Thank you Cas !! <3 (( I love your writing, its really unique and awesome c: Mustve gotten A* in most of your essays right haha xD ))
(( selling a noctis and three ivik eggs ))
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8:17am Jan 21 2014 (last edited on 8:19am Jan 21 2014)
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Name: Hustle
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Colour/species: Calico Roitore
Personality: suave, adventurous, sneaky, narcissist
Other: wears clothes ;D  
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2:02am Jan 22 2014 (last edited on 2:34am Jan 22 2014)
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Altair [438 words] Song: G-Dragon, Crooked http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9ih4pgyIw0
Some time ago, when a warm breeze shuffled through Altair's fur, the fine blue hairs would ripple gently like waves across the length of his body. His eyes shone a shade of teal that no kind of paint could comprise. He was tame and mellow, footsteps never more than soft padding on the ground. He loved the ones around him dearly, and his warm muzzle would always find its way into his master's coveting arms.
Altair was saved from a blazing forest, barely breathing and blind. Meticulously and lovingly, he was nursed back to health, and by some blessed stroke of luck he was able to get cornea transplants, and he could see again. Altair was as much affection as he ever received, always smiling and swinging his tail, and always letting others indulge in the warmth of his soft fur whether they were human or animal, to share joy or to comfort their sadness.
But that was, indeed, a time ago. Altair is not what he used to be, not after a point in time when all this changed. He lost the shade of teal that shone in his eyes, and his repaired eyes became dank - looking into them was like looking into a cave of ice. The fur on his body no longer rippled like waves when the wind blew, and it had become a rough bristle like the fine hairs had been frozen over. Eyes narrowed, haunches up, Altair's tail no longer swung, wings no longer relaxed.
Yet, even with such a cold exterior, when you had the chance to near him his body felt feverish. But it would be hard to feel that, for he no longer let anyone so much as touch the fur on the tip of his tail. It was after he changed that people saw his full set of canines for the first time, gleaming white and restlessly unused.
Although most people didn't know, his rescuer and master knew where this behavior came from. She could not mistake the bristling fur, the tensed wings and the snarling teeth, from years ago when she struggled to carry Altair out of the angry burning forest. Something had changed Altair back, changed him wild, and something about the way he snapped at hands and other small animals told her that somewhere under his frightening exterior he had become scared again.
And no one really knows what Altair had become scared of, so scared that his only protection was isolation from everyone else. Up till now, he hardly ever opens up to anyone, and no one knows if they'd ever see Altair smile again.
((Tell me if you want any amendments made. Thanks for buying! Hehheh)) |
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2:10am Jan 22 2014
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Its so awesome Cas, thank you so much c: ;; gives a huge hug ~ I shall order more again <3
(( oh and I didn't know the img link didn't work ahaha :x gonna go change that ! ))
(( selling a noctis and three ivik eggs ))
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7:58am Jan 22 2014 (last edited on 7:59am Jan 22 2014)
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Hustle [388 words] Song: Exo, Growl http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uT4-vAxymj8
His amber eyes were like looking into the sun, the patterns on his fur more evenly balanced than the likes of Carlo Rino designs. And his fashion sense? He would have been the champion of Project Runway if they hadn’t got his address wrong and sent the invitation to the shabby Aukira next door.
At least, this was what Hustle strongly believed himself to be. And what more to prove his belief than with having his fur finely trimmed every week, and his teeth polished every month. But even in all his narcissism, no one could deny the endless charm of his wide grin that strung all the girls along as effortlessly as he pulled his cutlass out of its sheathe. Not that he was a playboy, no, he was extremely well natured for a creatu.
Sadly, even though his charm was the kind that could mesmerize any heart, he has never really fallen for anyone like they have fallen for him, and this makes him a bit sad too. Why? Because no one ever seems to be good enough for him. But you can’t really blame him for being so full of himself this way; not with his class, his looks, his dangerous charisma. He secretly hopes to find the perfect someone someday, but for now he’s settled with looking at his own reflection.
And when he's not looking at himself, his eyes would always be peering behind walls and between the cracks of doors, looking for any kind of adventure that would occupy him for the day. One time he followed a mysterious Meragon egg that never seemed to stop rolling, and swiftly saved it from rolling off the edge of a cloud with the tip of his cutlass. Sadly, the egg never hatched.
His love for adventure keeps him occupied most of his time, and he has a cavern full of trinkets that he collects, one of which is the egg that never hatched. The cavern has never been revealed to anyone but himself, but rumor has it that Hustle has many retired and in that cavern worth more than the fortune of his own master, as well as forbidden gems that would make Malcolm look like a fraud. He considers these his treasures, however, that would probably never be for sale at any price. ((Feel free to tell me if any amendments are needed ^^)) |
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8:49am Jan 22 2014 (last edited on 8:49am Jan 22 2014)
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I just noticed that the song is by G Dragon ahaha nice choice xD (( K POP :D ))
Name: ;; Lynn Age: ;; Unknown (( haven't thought abt it :l )) Gender: ;; female Appearance: Personality: ;; Lynn is described as both very sweet and caring and would actually help a random stranger on the street. Her smiles are said to actually melt your heart and her laughter to be unforgettable. But to those whom she is closer with, she is very mischievous and loves to play harmless pranks on them. She rarely gets offended by anything and is extremely curious to the outside world. But she is scared of being lonely and would take your joke about leaving her alone very seriously Backstory: ;; none Music: ;; nope, you can choose any again c: Other: ;; you can change her personality if it can't or won't fit into the deion (:
(( selling a noctis and three ivik eggs ))
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10:32am Jan 24 2014 (last edited on 10:33am Jan 24 2014)
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Llama will order two ;D
Name: Attract
Age: 15
Gender: male
Colour/species: Achro iluvu.
Personality: Mischevious, laid back, highly curious, bossy
Other: Younger brother of Seduce the albino iluvu
Name: Seduce
Age: 15
Gender: female
Colour/species: albino iluvu.
Personality: Clingy, Bubbly, Well behaved. Likes to surprise others with gifts.
Other: Older sister of Attract the achro iluvu
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10:42am Jan 24 2014 (last edited on 10:43am Jan 24 2014)
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Lynn [313 words] Song: SNSD; Honey http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQD0K57fHzo
"Oh, thank you Lynn!", you often find yourself saying, scratching the backs of her ears and smiling when you see her lips pulled upwards in a happy grin. You would rarely see her without that smile, a gentle yet enormous strength of Lynn's, as she always helps others and pulls through difficulties with her unending capacity to smile. Her smile would sometimes turn cheeky, and her haunches would rise in anticipation as you are suddenly caught off-gaurd by one of her childish pranks. A majority of her pranks are harmless, like fart cushions and the like, and it is her way of expressing her deep affection and closeness to you. Some mornings you'd wake up and all the bread in the kitchen would be gone, and you don't know if you should laugh or cry because you know Lynn took it all to the orphanage again. You could not even be mad at her when you see a roughly written note on the table - Sorry, I took the bread again; with a deformed smiley face because a pencil in your teeth isn't the most practical way to write. Yet, the scratchiness of the writing makes you smile at the memory of the many weeks Lynn devoted herself to learning writing, just so she could leave notes around the house for you. On days when she doesn't take bread to homeless children, Lynn might be out in the forest snuffling weeds and flowers; or stalking along the streets of the city and observing people and their clothes and various things behind glass windows. By day Lynn always fascinates herself with the shapes of the clouds, and by night she would turn her immense interest in things to the stars. She always reads and yearns to know more about the world, and has a far greater amount of wanderlust than that of normal domestic creatures. |
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Your writings are just so AMAZING! They are so original and beauitfull:) Wish i had enought to buy one!
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1:54am Jan 27 2014 (last edited on 1:59am Jan 27 2014)
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Attract [324 words] Song: N/A (shuffle) Black is the colour of his muzzle when it snarls in command of others, barking orders oddly rudely for an iluvu. A born leader, Attract might not be friendly, but his mystifying air of power grips others - as much as it grips himself. He likes to have things his way, and would hardly stand anyone unheeding of his instruction. The only one he had come to accept himself in lower authority of is his sister Seduce, who he knows has a far more regal undertone than he under all her bubbles.
Grey is the colour of his hide against the cool marble floor when he naps in the afternoon, tail thumping gently in the restless adventure of his dream. When not bossing people around about their master's birthday party or some other event, Attract is rather laid back when it comes to day-to-day life, and is not particular about his food or a place to sleep. Contrary to his behavior when he needs to take charge, Attract is actually quite negotiable, and is more than willing to make compromises when asked nicely. And white is the colour of the twinkle in his eyes when he watches people and things in anticipation. Whether it was waiting for someone to walk right into one of his pranks, or for an Aukira to leave its nest just so he can have a closer look at her hatchlings, Attract's sharp eyes never miss a single movement. With a sense of smell even stronger than his eyes, he often goes off snuffling around for foreign objects and places to explore. He endlessly fascinates himself with the smallest things, from glowing flowers to rocks that were actually bugs. His curiosity has, thus far, never dampened, and it would probably not till he has walked upon every island of Relcore, crossed every sea of Atquati, plodded through all the thick clouds of Scria and ventured into every stone cave of Reiflem.
Seduce [329 words] Song: N/A (shuffle) Seduce is always the one filling up the stockings on Christmas eve. Shiny new boot spurs for Hustle, chips and cookies for Attract, and plenty of toys for the young ones were a few of the things Seduce had gathered last Christmas. She always insists that the greatest gifts she could receive would only be the smiles of others that have received her presents, that were always meticulously chosen, wrapped and given. Even when it is not the season of giving, Seduce always puts small boxes of candies and goodies here and there in the household to be found by her family members, be it the nursery in the showroom or the rancher shop. She walks with a bounce in her tiny white paws, trotting merrily around looking for someone to babble to about her last round of gifts. Most don’t mind and enjoy her company, her sweet demeanour always warming up to anyone. But she easily becomes a little clingy sometimes, her excited babbling progressing to a series of rambles about her everyday life. A lot of the time, no one would have the heart to tell her to stop, so Seduce doesn’t really know that she’s talking too much when she is. She also always tries to put in a good word for Attract when he unknowingly offends someone with his bossiness. On the whole, Seduce could be called a model pet for any creatu, generally responsible and friendly to everyone unless they have done her or her family harm. She makes friends easily, and has never picked a fight with anyone else other than Attract. Seduce expresses too much affection a lot of the time, but she never means to be a bother and this is always enough reason for the loved ones around her to listen to her talking. Her heart is as kind as the hearts on her legs are bright red, and is as sweet and endearing as the Iluvu’s very species entails. |
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8:31am Jan 28 2014
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Name:Crüxshadow Age: 22 or thereabouts Gender: Nonbinary Colour/species: Black Mirabillis
Personality: Crüxshadow is one of those beings that tries but usually end up failing. Badly. That doesn't put a damper on his cheerful disposition though! He's twenty times more likely to try again than to lay down and quit.
*Backstory (optional): whoops i have none **Music (optional): You pick ahah ;u; Other: wheee ilu yes thank <3
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9:56am Jan 28 2014 (last edited on 9:47pm Jan 28 2014)
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Arethusa [391 words] Song: Joe Hisaishi, The Sixth Station http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiJKQjxFxnw
She had clouds in her paws, the wind in her mane, and her eyes were like a grey city's rain.
Such was the lightness of Arethusa's being, like the seventh octave of a piano. She carried herself with silent grace, a plain ex
pression worn on her muzzle. When she walked the patterns on her haunches would stretch gracefully, like a butterfly unfurling from its cocoon, and the younger ones would watch in awe of her charming elegance. But even when their eyes always followed her face closely, fascinated by the petal-like wing patterns at the sides of her head, they never once saw her grey eyes turn to them. She was distant like the horizon of dusk, and she would slip past like the glow of light that fades away as dusk turns to night.
But what kind of markings are those? She looks like a walking freak show.
She did not always seem so beautiful, for no cycle of life could be completely exquisite. There is a dark scar in her time of being, when the looks given to Arethusa were of emotions far from envy and admiration. There was a more painful time when Arethusa's grey eyes had to distance themselves from mistrustful and judgmental glances. When she walked, her ears would brush past thorny, contemptuous whispers. And even when her gaze settled on a horizon far away, she could always see from the corners of her eyes, others pointing at the strange loops on her back, sni.ggering at the patches around her eyes.
Not-leaving: An act of trust and love, often deciphered by children.
Arethusa is a friendly acquaintance to converse with, and does not show any obvious dislike for anything even if she has it. She has earned the friendship and trust of a few, for, to Arethusa, her strongest and only virtue is not-leaving. But in all alleged closeness, she is still an obscure character. Unlike the trust people can give her, Arethusa could never again bring herself to put her trust in the palm of another's hand again. She is obscure like a display behind a glass window, and she has grown guarded and wary, over Time that has changed the seasons, as well as her and the people around her. Whether the change is for better or for worse, she tries not to make it matter anymore. |
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10:32pm Jan 29 2014
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Crüxshadow [356 words] Song: N/A (shuffle)
Crüxshadow believes that the sky is as full of dreams, as it is of clouds and flying creatures just like himself. There was no cloud he couldn't fly through, no wind he couldn't soar upon, no storm that he could not wear through.What kind of great bird could believe in himself so much? One whose wings must have been wider than the sea, whose mind must have been brighter than the afternoon sun. Yet, even as he so firmly believed that no dream was unattainable, Crüxshadow had wings that were narrower and flimsier than most other bird, and his mind was more similar to that of the light of dusk than a blazing afternoon.
He was never really the strongest, or the brightest. He had been the last egg to hatch, he'd barely learnt to fly when he reached adolescence, and he only just switched from eating worms to proper grain in his daily meals. Nothing Crüxshadow did or tried to do in his life had been all too smooth, and his failures would easily and far outnumber his successes if both were tallied. Yet, even with the setbacks yanking harshly at his thin tailfeathers, Crüxshadow would endlessly fight and fall and get back up over all the hurdles in his way.
If there was anything he never failed to do, it was always letting his spirits soar together with him in the sky filled with dreams, and never letting them fall all the way to the ground even if there were huge boulders of failure thrown upon his back. Some warn him not to let them fly to high, lest one day the wind stops carrying them and his esteem crashes down harder than anyone else's. But his spirits were lighter than his own feathers that rose like warm air on its own, and Crüxshadow always believes that, as a bird should, his spirits should do nothing less than fly.
Like this, Crüxshadow is like a star that never falls, a star that would undoubtedly be invisible in the presence of the great Sun, but would still twinkle magnificently in the darkness surrounding him. |
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11:21am Jan 30 2014
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Name: Blasto
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Colour/species: Calico Quelis
Personality: Vigilant, zealous, has an obession with hats, snarky, watches way too many detective tv shows at his owners house.
*Backstory (optional): Has taken it upon himself to keep atquati safe from all evil doers and thus set up his own group of crime fighting quelis.
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7:26am Feb 5 2014
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omg hi sorry for the short hiatus I went overseas and I will commence work immediately~~~
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8:52am Feb 6 2014
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Eros [331 words] Song: N/A (shuffle)
Eros is one of the few of his kind that does not have food in his jar, and instead possesses a scroll whose contents are unknown even to him. He was not always different from others, and he used to have a sweet golden honeycomb in his jar. However, Eros had been a little too curious as a child, and in his burning curiosity he'd smashed open his jar just to see if his honeycomb was really a honeycomb.
He could not have been more wrong, and Eros nearly lost his life in getting his answer. In those moments, as his poor sight started to fail him and his hearing even more, he could only hear the distant crackling of the "honeycomb" disintegrating into golden flecks that were whipped away by the wind. His current scroll is an amulet that was given to him by the healer who mended his jar and restored his life and energy with the enchanted scroll.
The jar, whose contents have a direct impact on its possessor, made Eros wake up a changed Jarble. Even with his memories of innocence and joy intact, Eros changed into a knowledgeable and handsome young male. He had eloquence equivalent to that of a human, and his clever wit allowed for much debate and entertainment among his friends.
Another change that Eros underwent, probably more from puberty than the change in his bodily element, is his newfound fondness for chasing girls. A dangerous flirt, Eros does everything from eyelid fluttering and instantaneously locking tails with cute girl he just met with a nice furcut. However , even if he sticks his muzzle in another marble's neck and acts intoxicated with the scent, Eros has never forgotten one smell, one soft purr, one Jarble's soft ruffles, buried far back in his mind and deep in his heart. But that story is for another day. |
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