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- ♔ -It was the one thing that is or was terribly hard to gain but oh so terribly easy to lose. Olalla lead himself to believe that he wasn't the type of wolf to bicker with the rouge druids, yet he found himself day after wretched day bickering with them over who had the best rump out of the all rouges and new bloods. Olalla rolled his eyes as those little memories faded in and out of his mind, the beast's paws slapped the ground in a mindless walk. The smell of stagnant water, other than his scent, wafted up into his nose and curled itself around his brain like a boa to boar. The distant cawing of birds echoed throughout the boggy, marshy, volatile land and bounced off the rocks and into the water; loud enough for even the parasites who call the water home to hear.
- ♔ -Olalla let a huff of air claw at his throat and escape through the prison bars in his muzzle he calls teeth, the beast sat down on a dingy group of moss and judged every little detail he saw within his eye's grasp. The moss.Too crumbly, he thought. The trees. Too moist. But despite the judging and the eyebrow lifting, this place had a... gloomy charm to it. The little grass that grew smelled like lemons, the trees grow little spurts of moss here and there like hair. The small rustling wind that brings a thousand new and old smells a long with the awkward croaking of frogs.
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- ♔ -It was the one thing that is or was terribly hard to gain but oh so terribly easy to lose. Olalla lead himself to believe that he wasn't the type of wolf to bicker with the rouge druids, yet he found himself day after wretched day bickering with them over who had the best rump out of the all rouges and new bloods. Olalla rolled his eyes as those little memories faded in and out of his mind, the beast's paws slapped the ground in a mindless walk. The smell of stagnant water, other than his scent, wafted up into his nose and curled itself around his brain like a boa to boar. The distant cawing of birds echoed throughout the boggy, marshy, volatile land and bounced off the rocks and into the water; loud enough for even the parasites who call the water home to hear.
- ♔ -Olalla let a huff of air claw at his throat and escape through the prison bars in his muzzle he calls teeth, the beast sat down on a dingy group of moss and judged every little detail he saw within his eye's grasp. The moss.Too crumbly, he thought. The trees. Too moist. But despite the judging and the eyebrow lifting, this place had a... gloomy charm to it. The little grass that grew smelled like lemons, the trees grow little spurts of moss here and there like hair. The small rustling wind that brings a thousand new and old smells a long with the awkward croaking of frogs.
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I demand only this...that you join with me in building a new Rome, a Rome that offers justice, peace and land to all its citizens, not just the privileged few. Support me in this task, and old divisions will be forgotten. Oppose me, and Rome will not forgive you a second time!
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