What is this feeling? (Private) Tell me I'm not becoming soft.

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]Raphael[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth= 0px; margin-top: -26px; text-spacing: 2px][font=arial][size=9pt][color=Firebrick]Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: arial; color: black; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]The large male wolf paced briskly, flicking his ears and straightening up at every little sound. He was in deep thought, and might just flip out if someone bothered him. The canine huffed and sat down, breaking the train of thought and erasing all worries. He looked around for someone to talk to, which was odd, since he was pretty anti-social.[/fancypost]

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    the slender wolf walked over with a smirk, she hadn't spoke the guy just yet but hey- she had time and he looked to be in concentration so it was her job to fuck it up. trotting have way, '' YO '', she barked quite loudly before continuing on her way over. lips spread out into a secret smile, '' who are you '', she asked very bluntly.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]Raphael[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth= 0px; margin-top: -26px; text-spacing: 2px][font=arial][size=9pt][color=Firebrick]Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: arial; color: black; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]He blinked, whipping his head around to stare at her. Raising a non-existent eyebrow, he decided to answer her. "Raphael... You're Husher's sister, right?" He asked rather flatly. He felt a tingle in his stomach but completely ignored it. It was probably hunger.[/fancypost]