04-02-2022, 11:26 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!
"Where'd you get the piercing, Inferno?" He rumbled, stopping before the group with a look of confusion and a little bit of concern. She didn't seem too happy about it, and the scent of blood lingered in the air. "What happened?" Byriath asked softly, a strange thing for him to do. But he knew how painful piercings could be, even though he considered getting some of his own. He was a god, he could handle more pain than a mortal, but who knew.
THE WORLD THAT HARDENS AS THE HARSHER WINTER HOLDS --
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BYRIATH ATOKENSIS - XENOSMILUS - LONER - ATTACKS IN UNDERLINED ITALICS.