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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; height: 125px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify][font=georgia]There were a majority of things that varied in his mind of which little Cottonkit lacked knowledge in. For example; herbs, which are obviously used for healing. Another example would be quite the opposite; bloodshed. Sure, he'd gotten a few scrapes; but nothing had left a scar neither physically or mentally on him. Surely a knife would be able to do either one, however. Speaking of knives; Cotty recalled having spotted that magnificent blade washed up on the shore, and also crisply remembered the way Luciana had been overjoyed to see it. Cottonkit would surely never get so excited over a weapon, as he disliked the things personally, but why in the world had the one-eyed, deaf femme been so joyous?
He silently pondered this aspect of the day before, slim alabaster tail flicking casually behind him as he strolled the shore.
/sorry for taking so long & the muselessness of this post! blah
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