[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=11px]the morning sun had been pleasant on his back but he had strangely chosen to receed indoors, wandering the halls just as most would be outside, hunting down the unsuspecting prey that left their burrows just as calculating predators ran them down and killed them in a variety of intriguing ways. but not enochiancub, no, the angel was busy, busy marching down the halls of darkclan's main building, his purposes nonexistent but his mind elsewhere, busy setting up the automatic managers to allow him to relax whilst his subconscious dealt with keeping everyone alive and continuing time, busy jobs indeed. but he wanted to just be a regular darkclanner that day, so off his brain went, and on his body went, blue eyes flicking about pleasantly.
( so sorry, i had this post written and then wcrpg logged me out and i lost it all )
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