12-18-2022, 11:08 PM
To be entirely honest, Byriath was stressed. Romulus was, again, feeling unwell -- and he didn't mind stepping up, doing what needed to be done, all of that. But his body seemed to mind. It moved achingly toward the border to tanglewood. And while his body was tired, his mind was not. It ached for his adopted son. He hadn't seen Solsken in so long, he felt as though he had abandoned the pup. It ached him. Tore him apart from the inside. What if he never forgave Byriath? What if he wanted nothing to do with him? What if-
Before he knew it, the Xenosmilus was at the border. His stoic face showed a hint of wear, new wrinkles on his face. He was starting to age. His body was starting to show age. It felt weird. But the thought was torn away at his realization. He was here, in tanglewood. He was at the border. He straightened up, shaking his mane gently, and let out a gentle hooting noise to announce his arrival.
[member=23339]Corrupted Flower[/member]
Before he knew it, the Xenosmilus was at the border. His stoic face showed a hint of wear, new wrinkles on his face. He was starting to age. His body was starting to show age. It felt weird. But the thought was torn away at his realization. He was here, in tanglewood. He was at the border. He straightened up, shaking his mane gently, and let out a gentle hooting noise to announce his arrival.
[member=23339]Corrupted Flower[/member]
Ω BRANDS OF REGRET BENEATH THE STEEL
THE WORLD THAT HARDENS AS THE HARSHER WINTER HOLDS --
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BYRIATH ATOKENSIS - XENOSMILUS - LONER - ATTACKS IN UNDERLINED ITALICS.