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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Wed, 23/06/2021 18:11 (4 Years ago)
	This i Think i'll like reserve spot? female - aelin - lycanthropy [Read more]

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Posted: Wed, 23/06/2021 04:41 (4 Years ago)

Poinsettia-Jade Pyror

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[ full birth name ] Poinsettia-Jade Pyror
[ current name ] Poinsettia-Jade Pyror
[ meaning of forename ] holly - a flower that symbolizes innocence and hope
[ meaning of surname ] jade - meaning precious stone
[ nicknames ] She answers to Seti. (Set-tee) or Setia (Set-tia)

[ age ] Thirteen
[ gender ] Female

[ physical appearance | fox ]

[ notable traits ]

[ alignment ] Neutral good

[ date of birth ]
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[ mana / special abilities ] Vulpine Physiology

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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Mon, 21/06/2021 15:57 (4 Years ago)
	I'm still interested. Hope you feel bettter! [Read more]

Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Sun, 20/06/2021 23:34 (4 Years ago)
	sunday june 20th friday july 3rd azuril hunt complete. [Read more]

Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Sun, 20/06/2021 15:39 (4 Years ago)
	QuoteI like to write dark scenes. Like really dreadful situations that leave the characters (and sometimes the reader too) an emotional mess. It can be either physically or mentally demanding for the characters (often both), so I really need to know where to draw the line for the parts I'd like to share. God i love you already <3 [Read more]

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Posted: Tue, 15/06/2021 19:36 (4 Years ago)

•─────⋅☾ Eira Sokolov ☽⋅─────•

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Meaning for welsh name meaning snow | sur russian surname meaning falcon

Affiliation: Werwolf

Age: 17 | Gender: Female | Pronouns: she/her/hers

Appearance:

wolf one/wolf two/wolf three/humanoid form

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here

Any Extra Info:

here

finish this later!

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Posted: Mon, 14/06/2021 23:55 (4 Years ago)

Aelin's Journal
june 14, 2021

entry one: the pope

gender male
species dragon
real name darren
weapons used as of date claws, fangs, terror-inducing pheromone, anti-rifle/.50 cal
daemon black mamba - trigger

𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒…𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒, 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑏 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑. 𝑁𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙. 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦.
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦, 𝐼 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙.
𝑆𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦, 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑟. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑑. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟…𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑤.

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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Mon, 14/06/2021 19:46 (4 Years ago)
	A notion, bred from simple thought A feeling, its origins elusive yet clear like— Ice on a lake, like winter's claws Spreading eternally outward til spring sound its call Be it gentle like that fawn Who gaze upon thee with the rheumy eyes Of softhearted dogs. Be it swift like the leapordess Roaming through jungles old Fangs bared in malice Never seen yet heard [Read more]

Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Mon, 14/06/2021 19:42 (4 Years ago)
	Where would we write this? On a google doc? [Read more]

Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Mon, 14/06/2021 19:32 (4 Years ago)
	What could we do though? Poetry, a story, fanfiction? Maybe a book of poetry? [Read more]

Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Mon, 14/06/2021 19:23 (4 Years ago)
	Oh my god yes yes yes yes yes yes [Read more]

Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Mon, 14/06/2021 19:12 (4 Years ago)
	Really like your writing there bro! Good to see you koiboi. Lots of familiar faces coming here huh <3 [Read more]

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Posted: Thu, 10/06/2021 16:35 (4 Years ago)

I've decided that I'm taking advantage of the number of gossifleur eggs — 2050 — in tall grass; hard as they are to find, and opening up several slots for my hunt! usually these are taken by friends, but hey, maybe if they're advertised enough, i'll get more customers.

More customers may mean more slots.

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ErrorTheDragon - 347

RARITY Medium
PRICE 150k

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ALTERNATE PAYMENT METHOD 250

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SLOTS - OPEN

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Posted: Thu, 10/06/2021 15:23 (4 Years ago)

Shiny Hunt Trophies
june. 10th 2021

Don't usually post about shinies, but this chain was SO unlucky it deserves a journal entry. You cannot imagine my relief when I saw the shiny message. Chain #440 gave me my first shiny azuril. I think my luck was definitely spent somewhere else, though I don't know where. But anyway, Ms. Hisui, welcome to the family! Totally wasn't going to give up after like 400 azurils. I guess the expression follows: good things come to those who wait.

This was by far my luckiest shiny, and possibly the shortest chain on the sight: chain #3. Yep, that's right! I literally just started my hunt and voilá, a shiny was born. I decided to call her Cho-Hee. I remember sitting there in utter disbelief, thinking: there is no way this happening, I didn't just...how can a chain be so short? The chance was < 0.1 after all. So now, she is approaching level 2000, very slowly, and she remains the jewel of my mind, the apple of my eye. Needless to say, I don't think I'll ever, ever be that lucky again.

Mrs. Areum here is my first ever shiny out of one of my first hunts; a furfrou hunt. I've given her a diamond trim because hey, she's sparkling brighter than a diamond today! I remember being so ecstatic that, after 87 furfrous thus released into the wild, she appeared in my party. I was just so excited! First shinies are exciting for everyone, and I can certainly say that that is the truth. So far, I have hatched 13 shinies, although I don't know where some of them went... <-<

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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Fri, 04/06/2021 18:45 (4 Years ago)
	~~including your shoes?~~ off topic if given the chance to rule, even if its just for 1 year, would you rather be loved or feared, and why? (for everyone) [Read more]

Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Fri, 04/06/2021 18:22 (4 Years ago)
	I assume you're not betting with your money and betting more so with your pride? Also, what kinds of racing? Car racing? [Read more]

Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Fri, 04/06/2021 18:09 (4 Years ago)
	What do you like to do when off-duty? Play cards, at all? [Read more]

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Posted: Thu, 03/06/2021 16:16 (4 Years ago)

Hazily, the vixen came to.

The sanguine, mysterious, yet endlessly stunning vixen awakening from her shadowy slumber. Confused vulpine eyes scanned the sky groggily, as if she had just woken from a long sleep; her vision slowly sharpened and became normal. It took but a moment for the vixen to realize that her glamour was no more; she lay sprawled on her side, russet fur and vulpine traits on full display, nine long fox tails fanning behind her. It only took a few moments for the graceful vulpine being to take in her surroundings, the faint graying of the heavens: it was nearly nighttime? Yes, for it seemed twilight was falling as she lay there under the heavens, the nighttime display that was sure to come was just as likely to be blocked by a dreary congestion of clouds. Possibly, it would rain tonight. Unfortunately, analysis only gave way to confusion, that put a frown on her thin muzzle - a funny look considering that her face was rarely given over to such unpleasant gestures - and managed to at last get on her four paws, no doubt a bit unbalanced. The fox did not recognize her surroundings, and her ears pricked as confusion gave way to fretting and the melancholic despair that came with a genuine loss for what to do in her situation. The fox was no damsel, however, and she quickly began to take in as much as possible without making it look obvious. Her senses riddled off information to her through scent, touch and smell. Might she admit it herself, but her senses were quite sharp and refined. The unmistakable scent of rain-washed stone, as well as an earthen scent, made her ears prick. Humans, no doubt. She wasn't alone, yet the vixen didn't know whether she should be relieved or worried that this was true. Relief won out; humans were good. Humans could likely give the vixen an idea of where she was. The lush flame-fleshed form took a deep breath before following the instinctive trail that her senses laid out before her.

But like any clever fox, she did not appear the crowd as a sleek, enamoring vixen. No, in the mist that hung low over the well-paved asphalt, she shed her golden pelt and piercing electric blue optics for something more muted. More...approachable, if not for its normality. A rich cascade of ebony hair elegantly framed her face, which was slightly pointed at the chin. Her normally striking eyes had taken on a warmer hue of warm periwinkle, undoubtedly inviting yet contemplative and mysterious. A soft yet confused appearance completed the ruse. A wolf, or a fox rather, in sheep's clothing. Nonetheless, despite her demure appearance as a girl who called herself a self-appointed name; May Pryor, the fox's eye had lost their confusion, and now remained sharp and alert, peeled for any dangers, or anything that could help her in her current situation.

May's feet touched down upon concrete, a different texture, and she found herself in a square. There were voices up ahead, beckoning to her - they belonged to a crowd that was mostly dispersing. There were still quite a few individuals; some with more eccentric traits than others. Apparently, not just humans had been brought to this strange place. There was an informant, yes, a dragon? How mystical! How rare it was to see one of those noble beasts, born from stone and fire. She wasted no time in moving closer toward him, eager to make herself seen and heard. The vixen stifled a yip as some of the creatures present jostled her, unintentionally of course. It didn't take long for her eyes to capture his attention, and she quickly started to speak before she lost him. "I apologize sir; it appears that I am late this party." May chirped in bright, serene tones, "Unfortunately, I have no idea where I am, and it is rather late. I have missed so much! I was hoping you could perhaps enlighten me on such pieces of information?"

Judging from the surprised look and the small cough, it appears that she had flustered him somewhat. May blushed a bit at that thought. Foxes have sly ways, easily enough to flatter and overwhelm the unprepared. Apparently, this wyvern fell into that category. "Oh, dear me my apologies! You really surprised me there." They mumbled, nearly dropping their clipboard in their haste, face turning claret at the attention this beautiful female was giving him. "My name is Wy. Really creative right? Wy, wyvern? Ah- anyways, I presume you are May Pryor. You'll be in Lynx Wood. Your - ah- spouse, is Osiris. He was just asking about you in fact."

May blinked. Spouse? Did she hear him correctly? She didn't know whether or not she should be shocked, indignant, or just plain amused. The laugh that came out of her mouth was all three, polite titters that easily communicated the hilarity of his proposal. Kumiho had long lifespans, more so than humans and most mortal creatures, and as such, they never dwelled on permanence. They also usually did not take on lovers. 'I do pity my spouse, to be tied with a vixen like me. Where is this Osiris? Where am I going to find him?' "What a curious suggestion you have here! Oh Wy, you are delightful!" She laughed at the wyvern-human, keeping her gaze playful, "Spouse! I sure hope you don't mean marriage. That would be quite unfortunate for me, so permanent. I have too more to explore of the world before I settle!" Shaking her head, and accepting both nametag and map, she turned back for some explanation as to where he expected the fae to start looking for her 'partner' when she thought she spotted the word Osiris hanging on another creatures' nametag. Ah, there he was, although he did not seem sociable. All gnashing teeth and sharp angles, with eyes that burned with ire and hate. A brute, no doubt, yet with the same primal ferocity that she summouned when in her true form, donning the moon's coat and harkening to her bestial roots.

Perhaps that was why she approached the brute, clearing her throat as she hailed him. "You're Osiris, I presume? I'm May Pryor. I'm terribly sorry for keeping you waiting here while I was out like a light. Apparently, we're dubbed housemates, despite that being a terrible idea. Do you know where we'll be staying? It's getting dark, better to find shelter."

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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732	Posted: Wed, 02/06/2021 18:37 (4 Years ago)
	Could i have a shiny furret for 1 pink box and key set, 1 green key, 1 purple key, 2 red keys, and 2 golden keys? (Worth 80 points) Also i offer 9 dragon gems (225 points) for the shiny mega braviary! [Read more]

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Posted: Wed, 02/06/2021 18:19 (4 Years ago)

Tierney blinked back the pain as sunlight struck eyes taking in an entirely alternate reality. She felt nothing short of unnerved at having arrived without her knowledge, and her claret orbs absorbed the scene with the enthusiasm of a parched man in the desert seeing water for the first time in weeks. What she did remember was being bailed out from the cold, damp prison where she had been held. The detective with which she had been faced hadn't given the albino much warning before she hauled her from the depths of the abyss and told her to get into the car. Where ever she was being taken was better than the cell, Tierney reconciled, but now it seemed as if she was back in another cell. Another prison, doomed to rot behind bars, alone, under the law as repentance for the blood on your hands. Tierney had long been dogged by the voices of her inner conscience, warning her that the chaos she wrought upon the city in the name of organized crime was wrong. The girl, young as she was, had a fairly poor reputation. Some people dreaded seeing the pale skin and red eyes, and Tierney found herself equally ashamed.

Like an oleander

So, for months on end, she had sat alone with only the stone and the turbulence of her own thoughts for company. She had knotted her pale fingers together, white locks dull and lacking shine, mimicking the empty state of her mind. Trapped away from the sunshine and the moon and rain.

White white leaves of an oleander.

Understandably, her companion, a fit yet playful Doberman, Stance didn't seem so perturbed. His ebony tail was in fact wagging slightly, nose to the ground to absorb all the different scents. He was built for speed and for hunting. In Tierney's opinion, a more regal dog had never lived, and she reached down to caress the smooth fur on the Doberman's head and neck; Stance wriggled eagerly in response, tongue lolling from his powerful jaws. Just leave it up to her dog to take this as one large adventure. The dog wouldn't understand for the life of him that his owner had committed a crime (or would he?) and Tierney wanted to keep it that way. At least then she knew that he wouldn't leave her. Dobermans are loyal dogs, loyal to the end.

White like me

Tierney had a good sense that this wasn't a tourist attraction, and the name of the city — Prison Borough. What a way to add insult to injury. Was this her sentence following conviction? It didn't seem so bad. These people seemed jovial enough, as if Tierney had arrived at some tropical resort instead of a city for criminals. If anything, it seemed as if they wanted her to enjoy herself. With some measure of apprehension, the albino female approached the men in front, blending into the crowd without a whisper. And what a crowd it was! Composed of every manner of supernatural creature conceivable by man, with varying appendages. Well, well, talk about diversity. One thing they all had in common; they were all wondering what they were doing here. The girl had no memory of coming here, just a groggy sense of her surroundings, and she was consumed briefly by alarm. Not knowing how you got to one place usually means that she was here against her will. Alright. So she was here against her will, but no one had tried to kill her. She needed to get as much information as possible on what she was doing here, and possibly use that to her advantage.

A voice tickled her ear, singing with glee and benevolence, like a famous singer at a concert. She automatically turned her attention toward them, keeping her ears perked for any important details. Tierney was quite surprised to find they were not human at all. They had wings and a beak, like a bird yet certain other features felt feline to her. Lionlike. "Welcome, all!" They said gaily. "To those who are lost, without a partner, or simply just new to town, I am pleased to announce that your spouses will be assigned to you soon. Just walk over to my buddy Wy here and he'll tell you aaaall about it!"

Wy? A wyvern? This day was becoming weirder and weirder by the second. Stance's tail was wagging slowly while his nose probed the air curiously. Tierney's own curiosity was piqued, stirring in her chest at the chance of seeing a real dragon. It wasn't until she reached him that the real meaning of the words hit her. "Did he just say...spouse?" I'm getting married? That couldn't be true! She had been shipped here against her will and now there was going to be an arranged marriage. Absolutely preposterous. Marriage should stem from consent, not from last-minute, back-door decisions made behind her back. Besides, as long as Tierney had remembered, she had only worked alone. Working with others was practically an excuse for them to betray you and cast them aside, as her own mother had cast her daughter astray, leaving her to pick up the remnants of her own mistakes. The albino had been cursed by the albinism of her mother, and then used and discarded. No mother should treat their child that way.

And if you leave me, rest assured it would kill me

So bitter was the bile that pooled in Tierney's maw that she barely heard when the wyvern began to speak. "Oh, hello there, you're Tierney Kyle, I presume" The albino briefly scowled, only slightly furrowing her brows before she corrected him "It's Jackie, but it's fine. First times an' all. I understand." The albino casually smiled, offsetting her previous displeasure, a dichotomy prone to giving people whiplash.

Tierney wasn't interested in learning the name of her spouse, which just so happened to be Revron, so she moved away from the group. Stance bumped against her leg reassuringly, as if he was trying to tell her that everything was going to be alright. Or maybe he was just excited to explore. This was a new place full of so many new smells. They should probably get moving anyway, since there was no point lingering around. She had no idea or motivation to find Revron, so wherever he was, he would have to find her. The albino female gathered up Stance's leash in her hands and was just about to depart when a sprite jumped into her face, their visage an expression of wicked, childish delight and a sugary squeal dancing from her lips to sing in the space before them.

[ tlrdr; tierney arrived, she has a dog, she is NOT happy with the spouse idea and she has no intention of waiting for revron to show up, and she is about to leave and junebug just dashed into her face because she loves dogs ]

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