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[sup]© tikki[/sup]SOMEONE TO HEAR YOUR PRAYERS, SOMEONE WHO [color=#e600e6]CARES
"Am I late?" The Xenosmilus rumbled, approaching the meeting spot. "I had to sort some herbs." He shrugged, new purple eyes burning like fires as he sat near Jormungand and Romulus, a significant distance from the two. The silence was strange - no announcements? No promotions? It was unsettling. His paws itched for blood. His gaze traveled across the area, glancing at Romulus, Jormungand, Aphra, and finally settling on Sojourn.
He wondered what she thought up, what went through her mind but refused to dig into her conscience. In fact, he wanted to know what everyone was thinking, though he had learned that digging into ones mind without consent was treated with volatile words and actions. So he refused to search, risking the curious hunger within him rather the anger of someone who did not want him to pry.
He wondered what she thought up, what went through her mind but refused to dig into her conscience. In fact, he wanted to know what everyone was thinking, though he had learned that digging into ones mind without consent was treated with volatile words and actions. So he refused to search, risking the curious hunger within him rather the anger of someone who did not want him to pry.
BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE
THE WORLD THAT HARDENS AS THE HARSHER WINTER HOLDS --
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BYRIATH ATOKENSIS - XENOSMILUS - LONER - ATTACKS IN UNDERLINED ITALICS.