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・ＡＵＧＵＳＴ １３ ２０２０・
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" -are you planning to hide away all day? You should join us. We are your family after all. "
" -Sorry, but we're hardly blood. "
" -...maybe so. You'll feel differently eventually. "
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" -ᵢbᵢs? ₐᵣₑ yₒᵤ hₑₐᵣᵢng mₑ? "
" -ᵢf my ᵥₒᵢcₑ ᵢs ᵣₑₐchᵢng yₒᵤ... "
" -ᴵᵗ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵃᵗᵉ! "
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Change : Scorch (2/4)
Weather : Frequent Sunshowers
Events : The First Prophecy .
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Felidae : 38
Crows : 36
Raptors : 02
Empire : 09
Union : 12
Brigade : 12
Toms : 19
Mollies : 16
Greygender : 01
Nonbinary : 00
M.I.A : 01
Deceased : 04
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It was always like plunging into cold water.
There was no easing into it. There was never any warning. There was no way to stop the pain.
He felt his body grow cold as he spasmed, dinky trails of saliva and froth at the corner of his lips as they wrenched themselves back in agony. He could hear the distraught and confused cries from the felidae gathering around his body while it trashed about. It was near impossible to control his muscles as they locked and contorted.
It was a shame.
Ibis wished he could do more to comfort them.
The red-and-white tom tried to keep his focus on the increasingly blurry shapes around him despite his mind beginning to wander away to a higher calling. He didn't want to do this right now.
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『•NOMADS•』 | a WARRIORS command game
Fanfiction" When the walkers took us to hide away with them in neon greytowers underneath their imitation starry skies, we had no choice but to breathe in their putrid airs and drink the toxic waters they created. Even with our bellies full of scrap, we conti...
