04-02-2022, 11:23 PM
[div style="margin-top: 4px; margin-left: 9px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 36px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: left; line-height: 22px;"]WE'LL ALWAYS SEEK,
WE'LL ALWAYS FIND!
WE'LL ALWAYS FIND!
To be the first of The Coalition to enter the meeting grounds was a powertrip. Byriath's jaws opened in a great yawn as he entered the clearing, aware (and unaware) of the enemies and neutralities here. He let his glowing eyes look to the rotting wolf-like thing, the wyvern, the canine, the living water, and the two Pittians sitting next to eachother. He barely recognized the bird, but didn't know the other. A low hum left him as he lifted his head high and waved a paw slightly in greeting. "Hello, everyone."
THE WORLD THAT HARDENS AS THE HARSHER WINTER HOLDS --
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BYRIATH ATOKENSIS - XENOSMILUS - LONER - ATTACKS IN UNDERLINED ITALICS.