What is a poem, or a song, but a story set to rhythm and verse? Many a bard would be weeping right now, young lady.
[He chuckles softly as his tail swishes, and Lobo finds a place to sit at the Lodge. More private that the large, open area, where the hustle and bustle of people going in and out is a bit more subdued. He's never been one for crowds... Only ever there to blend in, to hide at the corner of one's eye, keeping to the shadows. Watching. Waiting.
Humming thoughtfully, and looking this girl up and down, he red eyes see countless days, hours, minutes, seconds... She has lived a life of benevolence, of charity, of care, of kindness that the world doesn't often see. A kind one, a gentle one, but kindness sometimes means...making a difficult choice. Shelters are places of kindness, but they can also be places of deep, deep sadness. Pain, suffering, fear, sickness...and death.]
...Because no matter how much they may not wish to meet me, they always do. And they always will.
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[He chuckles softly as his tail swishes, and Lobo finds a place to sit at the Lodge. More private that the large, open area, where the hustle and bustle of people going in and out is a bit more subdued. He's never been one for crowds... Only ever there to blend in, to hide at the corner of one's eye, keeping to the shadows. Watching. Waiting.
Humming thoughtfully, and looking this girl up and down, he red eyes see countless days, hours, minutes, seconds... She has lived a life of benevolence, of charity, of care, of kindness that the world doesn't often see. A kind one, a gentle one, but kindness sometimes means...making a difficult choice. Shelters are places of kindness, but they can also be places of deep, deep sadness. Pain, suffering, fear, sickness...and death.]
...Because no matter how much they may not wish to meet me, they always do. And they always will.