[ her muzzle relaxes to lick her nose and observe the child-like wonder of what looks like magic on this plane. it pays for the lack of offered food, for the moment. her eyes are warm and gentle— as if she were cooing at the reaction of his findings. ]
With a brush and ink, of course.
[ her tail wags high, and with allen's perception of godhood, he'll notice that the tip of her tail swirls and tips off in a way normal tails do not. it is almost feathery, with a cloudy aspect, and the very nip of it is dipped in something constant— it dribbles black. ]
I enjoy the new, but I am much more accustomed to the old.
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With a brush and ink, of course.
[ her tail wags high, and with allen's perception of godhood, he'll notice that the tip of her tail swirls and tips off in a way normal tails do not. it is almost feathery, with a cloudy aspect, and the very nip of it is dipped in something constant— it dribbles black. ]
I enjoy the new, but I am much more accustomed to the old.