01-06-2021, 11:21 PM
K O L D
The Marauder entered the meeting spot soon after Gael, Kold's white fur glistening with melting snow. Her last meeting was horrid and still she could only remember vague details. Lives taken for notion of power and resistance, monsters lurking in fur and walking as though one of them. Reunions cut short, her body burning.
This meeting would be different, she was sure. So she sat toward the front, head held high. And after a moment she relaxed, appearing more approachable to an extent.
"Speech"
This meeting would be different, she was sure. So she sat toward the front, head held high. And after a moment she relaxed, appearing more approachable to an extent.
"Speech"
— Reggan
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KOLD DARCIA DI ANGELO
[glow=#000,2,300]KOLD — FEMALE — WOLF/ROTTWEILER — THE PITT — [glow=#000,2,300]TAGS[/glow]