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"Ya know what, frag all of ya....Except you, Mornie. You're perfectly fine the way you are, and you have never done anything wrong ever in your entire life.
I'm keeping it for now."
Shoves the faux toy back in the depths of his pod, where he will hopefully forget about it again. It may prove to be a valuable weapon in the future.
The Maltos celebrated late into the night for New Years...Plus there were fire works! Thank the maker for his audio dampeners...
He is old and tired, but it was quite enjoyable.
Oh look! Cassian is laying in the sun taking a nap in his tiger form. Sprawled out on his back and snoring softly.
It's been ages since he's last been able to access the datanet.
Her packmates were having the time of their lives on the island. They felt at home; she felt a home. Though, the time would eventually come when they would need to return to their territory in Africa. With the dry season starting to creep back in, it wouldn’t be long before the carrying cybersheep would birth their young and there’d be a population boom. They had to be there to soften the blow to the life already living there. Until that time, at least, her pack could enjoy themselves.
Jackjaw had found a comfortable place to settle and was basking in the warmth of a bonfire when she overheard the passing exchange. She knew the voices well, Sickle and Saber- the mother and daughter pair in her pack. Saber was gushing about the events and getting to mingle with other fledglings her age. She chimed about how she wanted to stay on the islands for good. Sickle agreed with her.. but then reminded her that this wasn’t their pack and they had a home already.
Sweet as it was.. Jackjaw felt a sting in her spark.
≈ i feel really shitty so i'm off until tomorrow night or tuesday.
xo
So Prowl has Metroplex’s blueprints. Great. Fantastic.
... no, really. Windblade herself doesn’t even know exactly what Metroplex is supposed to look like. She’s never seen him whole. And better that Prowl be put back to work repairing the damage he’d done than being allowed to play at law enforcement.
It’s just a shame that means she has to keep working with him.
