12-09-2020, 04:14 PM
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RIFTWEAVER
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Riftweaver could sympathize. Or maybe it was empathize. Either way, he knew what it was like to not really know himself. His memories were all fuzzy, barely a glimpse of his past available to him through the faint cracks in the walls of his mind. The male made his way over, two toned eyes flicking over the joiner. "Hello. You are...?" Perhaps not the nicest of greetings, but Rift was exhausted. His mother was captured, his family and clan a wreck, his mind a torrent of anger and frustration, among other things. He simply did not have the energy for a proper greeting.
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Riftweaver could sympathize. Or maybe it was empathize. Either way, he knew what it was like to not really know himself. His memories were all fuzzy, barely a glimpse of his past available to him through the faint cracks in the walls of his mind. The male made his way over, two toned eyes flicking over the joiner. "Hello. You are...?" Perhaps not the nicest of greetings, but Rift was exhausted. His mother was captured, his family and clan a wreck, his mind a torrent of anger and frustration, among other things. He simply did not have the energy for a proper greeting.
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