ceremonial robes || PELT GIVING

[Byriath]

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WHERE'S THE PRIDE WHEN WE NEEDED IT?

"Took us a little while." The Xenosmilus chided, grinning as he finally made his way to the gathered group. His own body was decored in the flimsy pelt of a snake-cat he had hunted long ago, and it had started to really wear out. And as he dragged the sorted pile that he had made, there was obvious strain in his face. Old age was starting to show, very subtly. But he didn't let that stop him as he set the pelts alongside what Romulus had gathered.

Sitting down next to Nesraa, he ran a purple-ish tongue over his dark paws, cleaning himself from the work of preparing the animal skins. 

BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE

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