"You've kept at with your factuals," He notes. "HATCHED TO DARK, LIVE IN DARK, DIE IN MOTHERFUCKING DARK. He don't got a know for how all your kind want for making your business be of the day. COLORS MAY BE FOUND IN OTHER WAYS. In other ways they may up and motherfucking be found."
As he listens to her tale, he turns his claws in on his palm, digging. Then, he squeezes his hand until color drips down from it onto the sand. Against the dark hue of the wet grain, the purple drops the fall almost looks bright. He starts to draw patterns off it.
"SHE CAN DO AS ALL SHE WILLS UPON THAT. She could make to preform creation of the wicked pictures now if all gumption got to her. ONLY REDS BUT HIS SICKEST MIRACLE. Perhaps there is comestible what all may make at for dyes," He suggests.
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As he listens to her tale, he turns his claws in on his palm, digging. Then, he squeezes his hand until color drips down from it onto the sand. Against the dark hue of the wet grain, the purple drops the fall almost looks bright. He starts to draw patterns off it.
"SHE CAN DO AS ALL SHE WILLS UPON THAT. She could make to preform creation of the wicked pictures now if all gumption got to her. ONLY REDS BUT HIS SICKEST MIRACLE. Perhaps there is comestible what all may make at for dyes," He suggests.