lock it up - [COTC INVITE]

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Quasar’s belly rumbled loud enough to tremble his toes. He squinted down at the letter and reread it for the third time. Stryker’s rambling and his gnawing hunger prevented him from fully understanding the whole thing, but the vaporwave mess understood the gist.

“Hey, PalmClanners!” he shouted. His three tails wagged behind him as he lifted his head. “The forked tongue asslicker kept his word! We’re hunting on the Tanglewoods!”

Now, Quasar grinned at that. The apprentice, quite honestly, never heard of the Tanglewoods before and assumed it was the general name for a patch of land—presumably, woods with lots of tangled up undergrowth. The garish pastel rainbow had no idea a group actually lived there, nevermind that Tanglewoods was their name, rather than the general stretch of forest.

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