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[sup]© tikki[/sup]SOMEONE TO HEAR YOUR PRAYERS
The colder air was much welcome against his dark fur as the war god examined the sky beyond the spiked cave. A white blotch moved across his shoulders, and the gentle squeak of a rat could be heard as he shook himself gently. A low grumble left him as he stood, and Byriath glanced behind him, toward his husband. "I wonder if anyone remembers us." He queried. It had been two years since the two had left, and who knows what happened in that time.
But they were coming home, and hopefully to stay.
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But they were coming home, and hopefully to stay.
//Open to post, [member=18708]SATURN.[/member] will be posting soon //
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.