Separate names with a comma.
Hug. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone you like small children, Eluuna. Shh... Dry your tears.
Two possiblities. 1.) Eluuna likes colts. (If you catch my drift.) 2.) Eluuna is Mando in disguise. Punch. Struggle to get away.
Kick, scream, and cry. Somepony save me!!
Punch. No touchy!
I was joking. Y'know... Haha. Funny. Lighten up a little. No one should really take what I say seriously. I'm never serious.
Punch!! Parsons started it!
Punch. No!!
It's like these threads WANT me to say something mean. Or it's just my Chaotic Evil-ness. I was a bit depressed for a while a few days ago. Then...
I say that on purpose. A lot.
I don't even either, Parsons.
"Miss Rainn, stop playing dumb! Just ask him!!" Willow said, pusing Rainn closer to Narrowleaf. "Willow...!! What are you doing?" Narrowleaf asked.
"C'mon... You know you want to." Willow said, nudging Rainn again. "Wh-What?" Narrowleaf mumbled, confused.
"Oh. I'm s-sorry." Narrowleaf replied. "If you wanna ask 'im, now's your chance." Willow whispered, nudging Rainn forward.
Narrowleaf sighed with relief. "So, Willow, who's your mother?" "She's gone." replied Willow.
"I've killed... Innocent... Oh gods..." Narrowleaf mumbled. "Yeah. You're also over a thousand years old. ...That's how you're my dad." Willow said.
"What?! Are you sayin' I'm a timberwolf?!" He asked, shocked. "Yep. So am I." Willow replied.
Willow looked around a corner. "Well, I'll be damned. You're right." She said. "Wh-What happened l-last night?!" Narrowleaf asked. (What about it?)
"Alright. Look for a trail of blood or mare-ish screaming." Willow said. Narrowleaf began to lean against a dumpster. "This is disgusting......
...We need to ask deeper.
Oh my grob. Yes. I'm at eleven friends. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSYMETRRRRY.
