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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
Fiore sighed whilst looking at his reflection in the glass of the magnificent wall. It was a light, slightly upset kind of sigh as he looked at the scar slowly forming on his nose. His once perfect velvet nose! Then there was the neck wound and everything else! Blemishes. Slowly, the stallion began to vainly compare himself to the ruined wall. Beautiful, but blemished. Though to only be sporting scars was, in Fiore’s opinion, rather lucky. Considering the monstrous opponents he had and his rather feeble body in comparison. The ending had only left him with many more questions. Was Helovia full of bonded creatures? Did everyone have magic? Did normal folk exist?! A rather daunting world stood before him and the equine had just fallen headfirst straight into the biggest circus act in existence. Did they realise how remarkable they were to horses like him? Fiore couldn’t imagine wielding such gifts or having the privilege of a travelling partner. It was unheard of for such forces to exist.
Well. It wasn’t anymore.
He snorted in amusement at himself and began walking down the side of the wall. So far he hadn’t explored many places in his new herd, everything had come on so suddenly he didn’t feel like his mind was clear enough to take much more surprising sights, but slowly he was adjusting. As long as he could lead the simple life of a soldier, earning his food and sparring with friends, watching the borders for danger and the horizon for pretty mares. So far Fiore had only seen two very different kinds of mares. Kahlua the cute smiling maiden who you’d cross the very earth for her every whim and Ktulu, the scary mare who you’d run the breadth of the earth, galaxies and beyond away from. Fiore marvelled at meeting two such polar opposites and wondered how the herd worked as a whole with such different characters. Perhaps that was a good thing, if there were no inner disputes, it proved a strong herd and one willing to put aside differences. Maybe Fiore would be okay in the misty embrace of the Worlds Edge.
Finally, he reached a crack in the ruined glass and looked at it sadly. Wishing that someone soon would fix it for he would much like to see it like it was in its former glory.
A sigh tore through my rosy paper thins as I wandered the border of the World's Edge, wondering what there was to do now. The stallion that had too easily grabbed my attention in the Caverns was now the father of a set of twins by a mare that I seemed to enjoy the company of. It was almost like I had fallen from my normal life of peace and quite into a soap opera. A soap opera where I was the one all the plot twists happened too. My whitewashed skull shook ever so slightly as ivory lids flashed over orchid pools in feeble efforts to focus back on the reality around me.
Out in the real world, all the other soap operas seemed to have been dying down, except the one with Aurelia. It seemed as if her soap opera would continue on even when she was no longer physically on the Earth herself. It was insane how much trouble one little mare could stir up, but that was besides the point. Chestnut harks swiveled about restlessly on top of my skull as my yellow painted hooves moved me even further down the broken wall. My oddly marked reflection following along beside me, my only company on this quite day other than the light breeze that played with the ends of my blonde mane and the birds that sang their beautiful songs high above me in the trees and the sky.
There were days when I desperately wished that a pair of wings would magically spring from my shoulder blades. Only to enable me to soar with the birds and feel more than just a light breeze playing with my mane, but that was a dream that would never come true. I had been born wingless, so wingless I would stay. If the gods wanted wings to sprout form my shoulders they would have had me born with them as Brisa and Note's twins were.
A movement of a painted frame not too far in front of me caught my attention, chestnut harks swiveled forwards as ivory splashed limbs stretched out into a trot to close the distance between us a little quicker. I had never met this slightly smaller stallion before, but he seemed to smell of the Edge...standing in the herd it was hard to not smell the rest of the members though. Yellowed hooves slowed as I grew comfortable with the distance between myself and the tri colored stallion. "Good morning, I don't believe we have met before." My lyrics carried their usual gruffness, from the misuse they suffered my years before Helovia, but the tone was a reserved kind of friendliness. There was no need to scare away the stallion that already seemed fairly beat up. Orchid pools flashed over his frame momentarily, cataloging all of the injuries that were scattered over his body. "Are you alright stranger?" Worry flickered into my words as I continued walking, figuring that he would keep up if he wanted to company.
"Words words words."
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Fiore’s head swirled around to the sound of another’s tracks closing in on him at a brisk looking trot. From a distance she looked a lot like himself, splotched in orange and white, though the closer she got the stallion noted that instead of black spots she had other strange looking markings. They were almost like symbols, prints of creatures he had never met before and circles of red on her face. He was, as he had quickly gotten used to in life, smaller than her and her folds of hair were a lighter colour flaxen to his own wish wash of white and chestnut. Though Fiore took a moment to take solace in the fact she didn’t appear to have a familiar following her around nor did she look like she’d just stepped out of a fairytale. He almost found relief by just looking at her, a normal equine mare, albeit with strange markings, but still a normal one. As she came closer to him he noted her captivating pink eyes as something you don’t see everyday, but still he bobbed his head and smiled kindly as her gruff tones reached his lobes. "I don’t believe we have." He moved to keep pace with her, "I was only recently welcomed as a warrior into the herd." Kindly, he informed. A new warrior who was already beaten up, at least he looked the part more.
As if she read his thoughts, the mare asked after his wellbeing with a hint of worry lacing her words and Fiore laughed gingerly. Was he alright? In a sense, he ached all over and he was in a completely different world than he was used to. Yet, by some miracle, his heart still beat strongly in his chest and his blood still pumped vibrant energy around his body. Battered, but all in all fine. "I’m okay, nothing time won’t heal. I was in the tournament and didn’t realise what kind of ridiculous soldiers lived here. I survived though" he laughed again at the end, releasing his relief through the happy gesture.
Moving alongside her at a walk he shot her a curious glance, blue eyes trying to find her own blushing gaze. It was an opportunity to get to know another face and one he wasn’t going to pass up. "How long have you lived here for? That is, you are from here right?" His voice littered with uncertainty at he end as he just presumed that those on this side of the wall were members of the Worlds Edge and if she were not then well… Perhaps that was where duty stepped in. Though the stud had a sneaky suspicion from the direction she had appeared from that this one was indeed a fellow family member.
"I don’t believe we have. I was only recently welcomed as a warrior into the herd." The stallion spoke as his own limbs stretched out into a trot to carry on along side of own stride, my chestnut harks swiveled slightly as I turned my skull ever so slightly to get a good look at him. He was smaller than myself, and already quite battered and bruised, but the fact that he wasn't already moaning and groaning about his injuries was a good sign. A light smile tugged at the corners of my velvety rose kissers as I nodded my white washed skull at the smaller stud. "Welcome to the Edge, I am Cheveyo and one of your fellow warriors."
I looked over him once more, a few of his wounds worried me slightly, but the fact that he wasn't whining about the pain that I was sure he was in caused the respect I had for him to grow immensely. Not to mention, if any of his injuries were truly serious Res would have handled them immediately. The stallion laughed gently as I questioned his well-being before replying with an answer that impressed me as well. "I’m okay, nothing time won’t heal. I was in the tournament and didn’t realise what kind of ridiculous soldiers lived here. I survived though" I laughed along with him in response to the words that fell from his vocal chords, I shook my skull ever so slightly as I thought of Archibald and Ktulu and the rest of us who formed the ranks of the army. "We are an...interesting bunch. But you did survive, and you aren't bitching. So you clearly belong with the rest of us, ridiculous creatures."
My pace slowed down to a walk as I decided since I now had company for my wandering there was no need to make it go by quicker, getting to know other members of my herd was a good idea I was sure. Being a shadow in the back of the pack was foolish for if there were ever a problem, I wanted to be one of the ones that were gone to for help. I could feel his pale pools on my frame for a moment before my own orchid one caught his and he began to speak again. "How long have you lived here for? That is, you are from here right?" My harks swiveled and a smirk spread across my features at the paint's last question. If I weren't from here I wondered if he would stop me and escort me from the herd or if he would continue on with the conversation as if nothing was wrong?
"I have been here for a little more than a season now, before coming to the Edge I was a warrior for the Foothills. A herd that no longer exists because of the wraiths." It was a blessing in disguise, the wreckage of the Foothills, without that event I likely wouldn't be wandering about the Edge right now fighting for something I believed in, peace. Although, I wished it would be a constant fight as I quite enjoyed my job. Orchid pools wandered away momentarily as I looked over the shattered wall that had once kept the Basiners from intruding. "Where are you from originally?" I knew he wasn't a born Edge member as he was just welcomed into the ranks, unless of course he was much younger than I had originally thought.
"Words words words."
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Cheveyo was the name she offered. An unusual name, but a pretty one Fiore thought and he dipped his head in thanks as she welcomed him formally. It was a warm feeling to know that he was surrounded by so many bright hearts who wouldn't mind walking with a new member, sharing their stories and friendly presence. There had been odd occasions when the former vagabond traveller had come across more suspicious, volatile herds whom had said nothing, offered him the muddier patch of grass and glared from behind trees. Those were few and far between, but still unwelcoming places to be. The Worlds Edge couldn't be any different and Fiore smiled to the chestnut paint, who looked very much like himself that they could almost be siblings. "My name is Fiore. It's a pleasure, fellow comrade" he concluded, introducing his flowery name that did nothing for his warrior status. Hopefully, she wouldn't know its meaning.
They continued walking, the mists of the Edge drifting across his feet and the remains of the former glorious glass wall glistened when sunlight hit it. There was a fantasy to this land that was, in Fiore's opinion, addicting. It dropped little hints or secrets, like glass and horn and wing, leaving the imagination gasping at what else could be possible. What other weird and wonderful things existed in this strange land? Perhaps the birds could swim and the fish could fly. Who knew! It was different from anything he had ever seen and as Cheveyo commented on his humorous admittance to being a little outclassed, he found that he agreed with her. Yes, perhaps he did belong here. There was apart of him that longed for the love of these strange horses in their strange land, something he had never felt before. "Ha. I think you're right. Though my skills may need to be brushed up on should I wish to avoid being beaten up like this agian. I have a lot to learn" he surmised his thoughts. There was never a perfect warrior after all.
He slowed his pace to match hers, not wanting to part ways just yet there were still many things that perhaps she could tell him, or maybe she had her own questions. His fellow conscript explained the path that brought her here, once a soldier of another land, a land that no longer existed. Fiore found himself thinking back to when he had first arrived, the spotty unicorn who had found him looked hassled and dragged him away at haste. Perhaps that was the disaster that brought the curtain down on Cheveyo's former herd. "I am sorry, but I'm glad you kept your health" he offered condolence and a small smile. He didn't know the full circumstance, but it seemed right to apologise. "Do you miss it, your former home?" His words were full of interest, though he wondered still if she might not want to talk about it.
The conversation shifted after to himself and Fiore took a quick silent look back at his old life with a grimace. It wasn't bad, he never really suffered, it was just... An unfortunate memory. "Far away from here from a herd that doesn't exist anymore. I was a child of the military, circumstance meant I had no parents, the soldiers looked after me. A few years later it was attacked by another herd and we were overwhelmed, I managed to escape, but I have no idea what the land is like now" he said it rather matter of fact, if slightly abstractly. Fiore had always wondered if his act of running away had been cowardly, but his feelings towards his old herd were mixed, so it left the question of why he had to die for a land he cared little for. Perhaps youth had made him a coward that day, but Fiore was thankful for that scared little boy, for he wouldn't be where he was now.
Cheveyo done made the devil a deal, he made me pretty, he made me smart
My harks flicked forward as the painted warrior introduced himself, his name seeming quite feminine as it floated to my eardrums and into the filing cabinet of my grey matter along with a mental picture of his pale eyed features. For a moment I thought about asking if his name had any particular meaning to it, but that thought didn't last long as I wasn't normally one to start up conversations on possibly personal information. I didn't want to start anything that would eventually lead to questions about my past that I hoped to keep in my past for as long as possible.
I glanced down momentarily, not having to watch where I was walking any longer. The path we were following was one I knew like the back of my hand now, one I travelled on often in order to make sure everything was safe and sound now that there were more openings in our wall than I could count. Actually, there were nearly a hundred, boredom had struck mercilessly one day and I had spent the day wandering the border of the Edge taking catalog of each and every hole in the glass. But that piece of information was one that I would be keeping to myself for a very long time, it seemed foolish now that I had wasted away a whole day counting the shattered glass...for the time being I was content watching the mist swirl around my ivory dipped limbs as the stallion and I moved further and further into the lands of the Edge. It would be about an hour until we ran into the cliffs that would be our demise if we were idiots who continued to walk into the crashing of the waves. "Ha. I think you're right. Though my skills may need to be brushed up on should I wish to avoid being beaten up like this agian. I have a lot to learn" The words of the slightly smaller stallion drew my attention away from my foolish musing and back to the reality in which we stood. I shook my skull lightly before looking at the stallion and offering a gentle smile. "If you ever need brushing up, let me know. I'm always game for a spar as long as I don't have patrol that night."
I figured there would be no harm in offering to help the painted steed shape up a bit, the experience would do me well as well. I felt as if I was growing rusty with the lack of excitement throughout the lands, but that was a blessing just as much as it was a curse. "I am sorry, but I'm glad you kept your health. Do you miss it, your former home?" For a brief moment I wanted to chuckle when the stallion offered his apology over the loss of the Foothills. Sure, it had been my home for a bit of time, but the Edge seemed to be the piece of the puzzle that had been missing for the time I was in the Foothills. Here I was more of a social butterfly then I ever was there, and I was still quite shy and in the shadows here. "There is no need to be sorry. I don't really miss the Foothills, the Edge fits much better and I regret nothing of my choice to come here." Once I had answered, I quickly turned the attention on the stallion, bringing the conversation back to him in hopes that he would want to talk about himself and we could stay on this topic for a while longer. "Far away from here from a herd that doesn't exist anymore. I was a child of the military, circumstance meant I had no parents, the soldiers looked after me. A few years later it was attacked by another herd and we were overwhelmed, I managed to escape, but I have no idea what the land is like now" I remained silent for a few moments once the red and white steed finished telling the story of his homeland, a pang of sadness tugged at my heartstrings as I thought of my own history that didn't seem to far from his own. My skull lowered ever so slightly as words began to drift softly from ever so slightly parted kissers. "Perhaps it was a blessing disguised by a curse Fiore." I hadn't meant to sound like a storyteller, or some kind of oracle as the words fell from my kissers, but lately that's what I was beginning to believe of the death of my dearest Kwahu. It was a tragedy, no matter which way you spun it. But either way, I was free now, no longer tied to my brown skinned two-leg, rather I was tied to others of my own species who needed me to help keep their homelands safe. And I would die trying.
"blah blah blah." Tag;; @[Fiore] Words;; 822 OOC;; Sorry it has taken me so long dear <3 Finally getting through some replies tonight. holy eff, muse boost
As they strolled and conversed, Fiore found he liked this kind of interaction the most. The gentle words passed between two strangers who were slowly becoming more acquainted with one another was almost a great adventure in itself. There was a story behind each face, each well travelled hoof and each nasty looking scar. Behind the pretty items, the wild magic and the loyal companion. A story came with all of it, surely! It was this that Fiore enjoyed most about being in a new herd. There would come a time when faces would become old friends, old teachers or even students. These were things the young Sergeant had never felt before and he cherished each little memory, for although they may be trivial to some, Fiore found they warmed his heart in ways he had never experienced. It was the first time he'd walked into another land and not felt the itch in his bones to travel once again. He had found a contentment he thought he never could.
New feelings aside, he glanced at the chestnut and white splashed hide of Cheveyo and smiled at her words. Indeed, Fiore had been given the ultimate welcome into the world of battle in this land, but at least he could walk into any spar knowing he'd seen worse. Unless Cheveyo hid an arsenal of weapons somewhere in her pretty, pale hair and if that was the case, he would regret these next words. "I may have to take you up on that." He responded lightly with the full intent of looking her up later for a dual on the cliffs edge.
Fiore listened next with great interest as Cheveyo dismissed his worries that perhaps she would be sad at the loss of her former home. In fact, she seemed practically happy that the event had led her to the borders of the Worlds Edge. He smiled brightly at her as he felt relief wash over his body. He had met one or two horses through out his lifetime who had lost a home and still he remembers their faces of distraught agony. In a sense, he too had lost his home, but much like Cheveyo, he cared more that it had led him here. Fortune comes in the strangest ways. "I'm glad! What is the Foothills like now?" he asked curiously and glad she had moved on. There was nothing worse than a burdened heart.
After that the attention was back on himself and Fiore had happily informed his new painted friend on a short version of his backstory. It wasn't much of a story really, more of an event that had happened many years ago, his life from then on had been rather sporadic and boring. Perhaps that was why his personality was like wildfire, to compensate for his rather sedate life so far. He was a simple horse who was living a simple life, until now it seemed. He was a little nervous with the focus on him, there wasn't much he could do in the ways of entertainment for Cheveyo, he had only old wives tales and pasture stories. She had paused once he had finished and Fiore politely waited her response to his dreary short tale and when she finally did speak, he smiled and nodded in agreement. "I like to think so too" he sighed and thought back to the young lad he had been "I cared little for that land. Though I regretted the loss of friends, it was the first time I'd ever felt free and so I kept running." It sounded selfish on his tongue, but he couldn't deny the truth. The wind that day had spurred him on from behind.
I was beginning to like the company of the slender warrior who strode proudly at my side, even with the bruises and cuts that littered his coat that I assumed would normally be quite eye catching when not stained with the purples and greens of bruises. Hope burst inside of my jaded mind as I hoped that this strong creature being one of our Sergeants meant good things for the army of the Edge, we would grow strong under hardened creatures like Fiore, Archibald, and Ktulu. A light smile tugged at the corners of my rosy kissers as the stallion spoke up once more, mentioning that he would have to take me up on the offer of a spar that I had put out there in case the stallion ever felt he needed more brushing up than what the not-so welcoming committee had given him. Blonde tresses flicked against my white washed ankles as a light peal of laughter escaped from my slightly parted kissers and lyrics soon followed. "I warn you, I may not be as tough as the others. But I won't go easy on you either."
We continued on wards, I wasn't quite sure where it was that I would wander today now that there was a conversation to be had with my wanderings I felt it wasn't necessary to have an exact destination. The end of our conversation would mark the end of my travelings for the day and I would need to find some other way to keep myself entertained so there would be very little chance I would sleep for more than a few minutes. "I'm glad! What is the Foothills like now?" His question brought my mind to the gold dusted mare who had been a member of the Edge when I first joined, and for a few weeks when I came back from my spiritual journey who had gone to visit my old herd lands that weren't exactly the same lands anymore. Shoulder blades rolled up into a shrug as I shook my white washed skull ever so slightly, orchid pools glancing over at the tri colored stallion before speaking. "The Foothills were destroyed by the darkness. It is now a herd called the Hidden Falls, but they tend to refer to themselves as they Asylum...if that tells you what they are like now." I was quite glad that I had decided to come to the Edge, thankful for whatever force had called me towards the land of trees and mist and away from my once beautiful rolling hills. The members of the Falls were nothing like the noble creatures who had been a part of the Foothills, I did miss my dear friend Alleo who had decided to remain there. But other than him, there was nothing that tied me to the herd of crazies and I felt quite blessed for that.
I fell silent, listening to the stallion speak about how his past affected him, how it helped him grow and mature. Whatever horrors he had been put through growing up had turned him into a fine stallion who would be a very good addition to the Edge, at least he seemed like it so far. "I like to think so too. I cared little for that land. Though I regretted the loss of friends, it was the first time I'd ever felt free and so I kept running. It was probably quite cowardly of me." I hesitated for a moment before tilting my white washed skull in the stallion's direction. "Do not think yourself a coward. You have already proven to us that you are anything but a coward." A coward would have never faced off against the creatures he had encountered upon trying to gain a title in this herd, a coward would have ran like lightening when the Dauntless stepped into the arena.
"Words words words."
Tag;; @[Fiore] Words;; 649 OOC;; Sorry this took so long dear <3
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