11-10-2018, 10:31 AM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:lightgrey;"]The male had been contemplating how to get his home and his group off the ground. It was no easy tasks and with so much upkeep that needed to be done he would need some help. The idea that they could fall so easily did nothing to amuse him and so he was sure that he needed to do something. Spread his wings a little wider and pull others in. The male didn't know but he was a little distempered currently. The figure of the hybrid beast was on the bottom step of the lobby, eyes looking forward as if he was waiting for someone or something to come through the door and yet he knew no one was coming. There hadn't been anything but silence, maddening as it was. "Conclave gather for some tasks!"
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YOUR CROOKED LOVE IS JUST A PYRAMID SCHEME
THE CONCLAVE - 4 YEARS - TAGS