I'M A LITTLE CURIOUS | p w/ writingsins | TOO

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    [align=center][size=9pt][font=times new roman]// I'm subbing for Writing as of right now c: I hope you don't mind if I answer to this now.


    Writing needed a damned walk. He was sick of all the shit going on at the moment and all he wanted was to push everyone around him off a cliff every time they spoke to him and decided they needed his attention so desperately. Couldn't care for themselves apparently, as that's all Writty needed to do now. But, he was leader of this depressing place, despite the fact that he no longer cared to be here at all. The only reason he stayed was because he wasn't a quitter.


    So that's why he'd escaped from hsi den around dusk and was now on his way around the territory, his head hanging low and his tail lashing up leaves. He passed a gust of wind, tensing as he scented Boneclan on it's drift. With a low growl, he turned his eyes towards where Adaline was hiding, only the white of his pelt showing, and the glowing gold eyes he had, making it appear as if he was merely a skeleton with eyes of fire. "Who is there? Show yourself," he nearly barked.