the hands of angered citizens — private, kineticpup

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]★— It was a quiet day in the forest. The sky above was overcast, though not like Virgo could ever see it. What little light shone through barely made it to the ground, so that you couldn't tell if it was morning or evening. Really, it was the late afternoon, where the sun was heading towards the horizon with the intent of drowning in it.


    Virgo himself was in the forest, amused by some fireflies. Or the "glowbugs", as he had dubbed them. He tried to swat one down with his large paws but missed, sending him crashing into a tree.
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