all that glitters is not gold || open, joining

[Luciferr]

FENRISULFR

▼ — when the weak court death, they find it.

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Another to aproach, otherworldliness lining his aura - he full well knew what he was and perhaps it spoke to something that Tanglewood seemed to be a magnet for he and others like him - or even all those supernatural - but it lined his burning soul, the snap crackle of fire and the acrid tang of ash and iron, carried with him everywhere.

a soft brush of fur the colour of embers and charred land against Amunet as the wolf beast joined the group with a nod to his fellow Proxy and a slight tense wariness in his countenance - always wary and watching for a threat to his own, a threat the nine foot beast didn't think was here but one could never be sure.

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▲ — TANGLEWOOD. PROXY. VERY HARD. REF. BIO. — ▲

#psychosocial.