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I am Seclusion.
My genes are X.X.
My canvas is Stygian.
My memory is Forgotten.
My sire is Karn?
The condemned imp whom sees nay light, nor anything for that matter note heavy vibrations in the sod as seasoned peds heavily hit the lithosphere. lithe bodice tenses greatly, and a slight shiver dances up the spine as she wonders if the tresspasser meant she harm. who goes there? nay, she uttered this not, merely pondered it, for the approaching one could be any. lash curls around rear, as though in some sort o' protection. now I am an unedicated wench, yet I am easily learned and obediant. she does nay know o' his optics gazing into those o' mine, although she feels the eerie sense o' being watched. how did I survive? She wonders if that it was this one ponders, yet nay sure, for she isn't a mindreader. but how could I nay survive when I hath a strong will to remain slive and nay deceased? I was born a fighter, though I had nay a chance to prove it, for as is mine dubbing o' Seclusion, I hath lived for a few weeks in utter solitude, feeding off o' insects and grass, all I could manage to settle for. as an inquiration tis made by the unkown figure, the wee damsel alloweth a low gnarr to leak fro' my svelte jaws in clear warning that she art nay to be toyed with. hmmp! what a rude question! but the sound birthed fro' the vocals sounded as though uttered fro' that o' the masculine type. a whispered retort is given, though just faintly audible by only the keenest audits. "Perhaps I am o' the visionless.." vocal chords are low in tone, voice doth resemble more like the masculine than the feminine song. at his other remark, haste is made to reply. "A sire is what I doth seek, virile dubbed Karn.. I will alloweth thou to lead me where thee wisheth, but time must pass before mine trust is fully given.." a pause is given to allow me to inhale oxygen and exhale carbon. "Describe what ye look like upon the exterier, for I art curious, sire." vociferations sound raspy and hushed, but the vix'n had nay talked for eras, only to herself with was itself rare.. and she did talk fairly well for a wee lout o' a damsel, who knew little, except that trust was nay a thing to give freely to any... lead on, Mr Karn..
[.Wynter says: I'm baaack! Thanks! I couldn't figure out whether or not I wanted to use Seclusion or Flashback, but I finally did Eeny Meany Miny Mo. lol. (c: .]
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