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Coalition. The petite fleshweaver fumed. First Tanglewood. Then Coalition. Her hazel hues narrowed, flickering in irritation and frustration. Peace? Screw them. They took their members and turned their minds against them. Tore down a temple. It was lucky the latter hadn't hurt anyone.
She growled softly. "You're not welcome here," she repeated her father's words coldly. A mask of ice. Non-negotiable.
She didn't want anything to do with anyone from that imperialistic group. They hurt Ry. Hurt Atticus. Sweeny. Got into their heads. Manipulated their very minds. Unacceptable. The deer-fox tilted her chin, eyes aflame.
"Congrats on the promotion," she muttered dryly. Who cared? "Now you can go."
[/td][/tr][/table]She growled softly. "You're not welcome here," she repeated her father's words coldly. A mask of ice. Non-negotiable.
She didn't want anything to do with anyone from that imperialistic group. They hurt Ry. Hurt Atticus. Sweeny. Got into their heads. Manipulated their very minds. Unacceptable. The deer-fox tilted her chin, eyes aflame.
"Congrats on the promotion," she muttered dryly. Who cared? "Now you can go."
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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