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05-29-2014, 10:15 AM
In this beautiful paradise we’d come to call home a different sickness had grown, two traitors were fished out by colead Seele. Their reasons for this fresh transgression was still unknown to me, and the fact that I hadn’t even been aware of their violent tendencies in the first place was disturbing. As if to rectify this, my efforts at patrol increased doublefold. Ciceron was effectively greeting a visitor at the edge of our home. Striding in on proactivity I pushed out from the undergrowth, brushing against tropical vines and brush, being mindful of the flora that would scratch and bite into flesh—limbs drew into an easy trot once clear of the bramble, direction leaned toward the secret entrance that gave way into our land. Face creased into a welcoming beam, crown dipped respectfully toward my Praetor, “Well met Ciceron,” gaze shifted to the unfamiliar stallion standing on the edge, “and ye as well.” |
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