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Toril crept low before making her appearance. Ah, a newcomer. She kept her head up and ears perked.
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Toril came over beside Skulduggery and sat, as curious as he.
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Toril dragged herself over to Castiel, looking as down as he. Now, those two were left. Somewhat close, the roleplayer would imagine. Silently, Toril just sat. She sat beside him and didn't say a word for awhile.
"It's hard," she spoke, finally breaking the everlasting silence that she had formally created. Nothing more was said. It was hard for the both of them, the vixen could not deny that.
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Toril smirked. Hm, she had never been to a prom. She had no date anyway, so, she might not even attend. Though, she knew she had to. She would attend alone, if anything.
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Toril looked curiously at the newcomer with the mouse. Padding up, she greeted her. "Hello there," she said.
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Toril thought this would be a good time to at least introduce herself. "I'm Toril," she said.
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"Exactly," Toril couldn't help agreeing.
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Toril returned her attention back to the sunset when mentioned again and gave it an approving look.
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Toril watched the scene unfold, not once turning her head. Her gaze was fixated on something else – the ground. Soon, Toril took from her sitting position and lied down, letting her head rest on the dirt, giving off a silent whine, almost like a dog in grief, but instead, a fox. She didn't want to say anything at this point, even though she knew that Cas couldn't do anything to save Carnival, and it was nobodies fault except the one that did it, whom was also dead. She was gratified for at least that.
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Toril smiled. "You're welcome," she said back. Now, holding her grieving look, she looked to him. "Death really is all around, isn't it?" She asked, her eyes glancing to his with a sorrowful look. She had been feeling down ever since poor Carny died. Just like her old lover, just like her children, just like her whole family – just like herself.
// time skip random yes
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Toril came over as well, and sat beside him. Looking into the fountain herself, it felt cool on her muzzle to even just look. What a relief that was because it being hot out didn't give Toril much justice either. The water fountain confused her only more so as to why it was there, and why humans would bother having it there.
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Toril had been just out of her little house before evening had hit. Sauntering over to Cas and Skul, Toril gave a meaningful look, as she would start her day with a little more happy than before. She had to, for herself and for everyone around her. "Patrol, yes, sure, I'll come," she nodded, moving up now towards them.
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Toril sat down now, laying her fluffy tail over her front paws. "I'm Toril. Nice to meet you," she managed out. It was hard enough to talk to people, but even harder to be generally nice. Carny would have wanted the vixen to be nice. She had to, for him, if anyone.
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Toril followed after, taking note of each one coming. Museless post this was.
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Toril sat and watched, surprised because why else.
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Toril narrowed her eyes at Indiana. "I'm pretty sure you don't know me," she said with a hint of hostility. Sure, now it came out.
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Toril looked almost as surprised as the rest of them. The only thing she could think to say was hello, or how are you? "Welcome back, Zoe," she greeted, a half smirk on.
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Toril narrowed her eyes in a smirk. Oh, was this ever going to be fun. "Oh yeah? Do enlighten me then," she dared. She was surely in the mood for some trickster ways.
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Toril sat around. She may be of help to the tour anyway.
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Toril felt bad about how Zoe was acting, but there wasn't much Toril herself could do or say that would change anything. She had liked the changes, but it was all so fast. Maybe that was why it still felt a little bit different.
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