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Post by Pebble on Sept 5, 2016 17:06:53 GMT
Fawn could identify anybody by blood, it was something she had inherited from Beetleguise. An odd thing, yes. But that's how it worked. She lifted a paw to paw at his shoulder before resting it on his shoulder. A couple being reunited, yes. But also an owner and his best friend being reunited. A touching moment for anybody.
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Post by Timur on Sept 5, 2016 17:34:06 GMT
Sam Winchester That was odd, and something Timur hadn't known before. Fawn pawed at his shoulder before resting the paw on it. Dog and master, boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers, whatever you wanted to call it it was a heartwarming moment that no one could hate on. His face was admittedly wet with dog slobber from all the kisses, but he didn't mind. Sam wondered when she would shift into a human again. He missed her soft blonde hair and thick southern accent, her crooked jaw and muscled arms. All these things made her unique, made Fawn Fawn. And he loved them.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 5, 2016 17:38:18 GMT
Fawn was bred to be a warrioe, that's all Pebble could say. There was one person that could hate on this, probably Arwen, but Arwen could hate on anything and everything. Finally, Fawn shifted, wincing slightly at the odd position this put her in. She moved to a more comfortable position and offered Sam her crooked jaw smile. "You have no idea how much I missed you." She said.
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Post by Timur on Sept 5, 2016 17:58:07 GMT
Sam Winchester Of course Arwen could hate on it. Leave it to Arwen. Fawn shifted again, and his eyes would drink in the looks he had had to go without for so long. She shifted in position on his lap and spoke. Oh god how he had missed that voice. So much better than the screams and demonic voices of hell. In fact, it had been the memory of Fawn and Dean that had kept him sane, kept him from saying yes to the he could go off the hook if he started torturing others. Kept Sam as Sam. "I could say the same." he said, attempting to put his arm around her lovingly. It was good to be back.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 5, 2016 21:40:37 GMT
Fawn had been tortured once. However, hers was escape or be stuck. They gave you no option. Where else had she gotten her scars? The thought of smelling fresh air and being free had gotten Fawnpelt to stay mostly sane. She leaned into his touch as he put an arm around her.she wouldn't say anything, only look him lovingly in the eyes, her crooked jaw smile strong.
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