02-27-2023, 11:34 PM
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[sup]© tikki[/sup]WHERE'S THE PRIDE WHEN WE NEEDED IT?
Anyone who had even remotely gotten close to Byriath knew that he was not a push over. He never stood down or ran unless it was absolutely necessary. And if he ever had to, he'd definitely make it known he didn't run just to run. He would fight, kick, yell, curse, anything to make sure others knew he wasn't going willingly.
It had been dark when he was taken. Sure signs of struggle, blood splashes, torn branches, scorched ground. Perhaps, in the gouged earth, the dug up ground, there was a hint of what was going on in his mind. Panic? Anger? It could have been anything.
It had been dark when he was taken. Sure signs of struggle, blood splashes, torn branches, scorched ground. Perhaps, in the gouged earth, the dug up ground, there was a hint of what was going on in his mind. Panic? Anger? It could have been anything.
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.