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[sup]© tikki[/sup]SOMEONE TO HEAR YOUR PRAYERS
To set things straight, Byriath hated funerals. Whenever one was held for soldiers He never said anything. But now, he was going to hold a funeral for someone. Which, by the by, made the whole thing ten times worse. But the lioness sighed, looking into the hole she had dug for Saturn. She felt that Saturn would've liked to be buried next to their garden, so Byria was going to do just that.
Flowers dotted the snow leopard's body, most from Byria's personal garden. Vines had begun to cling to the sides of the hole, at if wanting to make a soft bed for the late Thane. "Coalition! Gather before me for Saturn's Funeral." She called out, sounding controlled. She sounded calm and collected. Though it probably wouldn't last for long.
Flowers dotted the snow leopard's body, most from Byria's personal garden. Vines had begun to cling to the sides of the hole, at if wanting to make a soft bed for the late Thane. "Coalition! Gather before me for Saturn's Funeral." She called out, sounding controlled. She sounded calm and collected. Though it probably wouldn't last for long.
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.