( do you have any other permanent injuries? )(Yeah, life stinks. :/ But this is my first permanent injury from the farm, so, eh; my friends have gone through a lot worse....
Although typing on my phone is going to prove to be a challenge.)
( do you have any other permanent injuries? )(Yeah, life stinks. :/ But this is my first permanent injury from the farm, so, eh; my friends have gone through a lot worse....
Although typing on my phone is going to prove to be a challenge.
hugs Scars prove reality. Unscathed is faux. We're the teens that are actually living- perfection isn't country, by any stretch. 
Oh, I forgot about my mutilated hand in the lawn mover- but everything turned out fine and dandy there. )
there's one on my chest just above my heart, one on my wrist. 
)
this is an interesting conversation to walk in on!)
(
hugs What from? Unless you'd rather not say...
.... We're spamming up OWR... 
)
I have one on my cheek, around 10 on my arm, a bunch on my chest (some of those were really painful), one on my foot where I dropped that knife, a bunch on my legs from spurs, some in the most inconvenient places from fishing hooks
We should either bring this to a PM or a chat thread.
)
Misae moved down the rather steep incline towards sun soak field at a staggering trot. Her wound was beginning to bother her now. She slowed to a walk as she neared the valley, making sure to approach from the mountain herd side. She spotted Hinto's fashy roan fur and eagerly trotted on, sighing with relief despite herself. She broke into a jagged canter and skidded to a stop, almost ramming into Paytah. "I'm back, come on! They'll be looking for me son!" She whispered urgently, forcing a spark of fear to light behind her eyes.
