04-02-2022, 11:29 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!
The monstrous feline let out a low noise, not quite a roar, at this newcomer. Gently he walked, though his shoulders were poised for anything suspicious, his face was curious. "You're on the border of the Coalition of The Condemned, what're you here for?" He asked, looking at the horse. This was a first.
// running out of muse sorry
// running out of muse sorry
THE WORLD THAT HARDENS AS THE HARSHER WINTER HOLDS --
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BYRIATH ATOKENSIS - XENOSMILUS - LONER - ATTACKS IN UNDERLINED ITALICS.