04-07-2021, 01:48 PM
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it was early, but the hellhound didn't care. arlo called for everyone a little after damion woke up, but the guard didn't pray yet, so he let arlo wait slightly. "he will understand." plus, not like the vanguard exactly kept in check who woke up when and did what, so damion proceeded to complete the morning prayer, running his tongue over his scarred chest, smoothening out now non-existent fur that was blackened to near ash, the pale scars a reminder of what happened in that fire.
he shook his head to clear it. he had a new home now. he approached arlo with a careful smile. these were his family now. best to leave bad memories behind when walking with his new kin.
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