This Aint My Momma’s Broken Heart IP: 68.62.100.132 Posted on January 16, 2018 at 03:50:44 AM by Catroina
Catroina had been sleeping when Ghost approached. Since motionless had left, the siblings had been taking turns, waiting for their mother to return. But several days had passed, and the sweet creamy dyed lass was hungry, and being hungry made her angry. So when the gentle voice of her brother caught her auditories, the delicate marionette’s eyes opened slowly. Mismatched optics narrow as a whine leaves her throat. “Bennington what are you doing?” the girl stumbles to her feet, looking upward at the new brute. Tiny, still slightly floppy ears tilt forward, folding over as Catroina stares at her father. “Who are you talking to?” she asks, head twisting back to look at her brother. “I thought we weren’t supposed to talk to strangers?” Replies: There have been no replies.
