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Nov. 28th, 2037 09:48 pmthus spoke pickles
An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1960s for 4 years. Completed in autumn, on October 27. Exhibited in Greater London, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
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"I might be a reed that can think."
After this idea emerged, an emotion known as loneliness surrounds him in isolated places and at moments of sunset.
"I might be a reed that can think."
After this idea emerged, an emotion known as loneliness surrounds him in isolated places and at moments of sunset.
personality
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synergistic . reflective . sensible . affable
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melancholy . candid . lonely . reserved
appearance
A typical black and white border collie with silky, fluffy fur and deep brown eyes. He has the typical markings. When using his arcanist abilities, his eyes and body glow a vibrant blue.
abilities
background
In London of the 1960s, the traditional close-knit family gradually fell behind the mainstream, while pets started to play a more important role in the bonding between family members. More and more people went into the bustling pet stores to find a fluffy, energetic new member for the family.
Compared to all other pets, there is no doubt that the welcoming puppies were the most popular one. They would walk in circle around you while wagging their tails, rub their teeth against your legs, bark to call for the frisbee or ball in your hand. Apparently no one could resist such temptation.
There are always loners, however, even among the social puppies in the most professional kennel. That black-and-white figure hid himself at the rear of the cage, his eyes piercing through the jagged crimson bars and the busy crowd to reach some corner outside the window which no one noticed.
"Hey buddy!" A pair of rough hands interrupted his tranquility. The owner of those hands rubbed his neck and chin intimately as if they were close friends in reunion. "Look at this little philosopher with deep eyes. You are the most special dog I've ever seen."
He also memorized the face of the man in red and white by heart.
There are always loners, however, even among the social puppies in the most professional kennel. That black-and-white figure hid himself at the rear of the cage, his eyes piercing through the jagged crimson bars and the busy crowd to reach some corner outside the window which no one noticed.
"Hey buddy!" A pair of rough hands interrupted his tranquility. The owner of those hands rubbed his neck and chin intimately as if they were close friends in reunion. "Look at this little philosopher with deep eyes. You are the most special dog I've ever seen."
He also memorized the face of the man in red and white by heart.