the Rift


More than a Mirage

Sanaa Posts: 6
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Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.3 :: 4
nunu
#1
The blistering temperature of Tallsun conjured up blurred heatwaves that floated above the horizon. The desert she was leaving had played many tricks on her, teasing oasis paradises and welcoming shade. It had been several days and the mare was growing impatient and angry, which was not like her – yet given the circumstances she allowed herself to be upset. Sleepily, Sanaa picked up a lethargic jog to make her way to the small bundle of trees that seemingly grew wider as she continued onward. ‘Please do not be another façade.’ Her hopes dwindled stingily like her thirst had been; being let down too many times before this and to see a whole forest erupt from the earth perceptibly seemed too good to be true. Tan lobes pricked forward as the fragrance of pine and cedar wafted in the ether. The aroma became a tad overwhelming, causing Sanaa to get light-headed and at the right time a mild but humid breeze masked her nostrils; and again all she could pick up was the dreary smell of sand and stale desert air.

Approaching the outskirts of the forest with dark patches of sweat decorating her elegant bodice, Sanaa slowed to a walk, her cranium launched as high as it could muster. She imagined the intoxicating aroma of flora swirling around her in vivid emerald greens and honey-dew wisps. Often her creative mind would conjure up fancies of auras that surrounded plants, wildlife, and other beings. Always with a sense that it was true and that she had yet to grow enough to really see the colors – she felt them and their presence and that is all that mattered to the mare. As she entered the darkening shade from the canopies, the temperature meagerly dropped a few degrees. Cloven hooves stepped gingerly onto ground that was riddled with dead pine needles and creeping mosses, quite a dramatic difference compared to the sand she travelled on to get here. Still feeling as though this were a mirage, Sanaa directed herself towards an adolescent pine tree, scraping her barrel against its rough bark. The sensation was real, she continued and the bark littered part of her damp coat.

It was quiet in the thicket, occasionally a bird would call to another yet Sanaa knew the heat was keeping most creatures hidden until later hours. Wandering between the shrubberies the maiden quickly found herself near a small pond, or perhaps it was just a large puddle? Regardless, she quenched her thirst, sucking in the water as though she had never drank before. Sepia tendrils fell forward as she did so, the ends landing in the water and floating on the surface, one tickling her muzzle as she gulped. Raising her dome back into the air, her mane dripped against her nape and gave her a passing cool down that then gave her the idea to just wade through the water to move forward. At its deepest point the water reached just under her shoulder very briefly and then it was back at her knees. The vixen’s body looked as if was eloquently dipped into water, the top half of her still dry in contrast to the bottom half that was slick and darker now.

Sanaa observed the world around her, taking her time to witness each and every vegetation she passed; noticing the pale honeysuckles that hid amongst jade leaves and the bumblebees that hummed by her, their pollen sacks full to the brim. Her mind was artfully crafted, she believed everything had a place and purpose, and that it was important to notice the little things. The mare’s heart beat with delight as this new land offered so much that the brutal desert did not, and that Dorobo had never shown. Cobalt orbits shone with optimism, a fleeting thought of her sisters passed through her mind. Oh, how she wished they could see this – her anticipation to a new life was beginning to blossom and soon she could leave the past behind her.
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Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#2


One part of new herd life that the colossus has not been looking forward to is his Threshold duties. He has never attempted to recruit before; he has visited the Threshold a couple of times, but only out of curiosity. He has never had to try and flaunt his home to anybody before, and he has no idea whether it is going to be something he is capable of.

But he has to try. He owes it to Sikeax to bolster her numbers and be an active presence around the herd. It would reflect poorly on her if she was thought to have invited a useless man into the Throat's ranks; a brainless soldier, incapable of anything but mastery on the battlefield. Alas, this is not far from the truth. The giant is a capable warrior, but he is blissfully ignorant about what else is required from one of his rank. Recruitment, he assumes, is a pretty large part of it.

So, despite the searing heat that bids sweat to bead across each harsh contour of his colossal body, Volterra prowls through the Threshold with intent etched into every rugged muscle. The dragons are elsewhere, hunting on the plentiful forest prey, as they see it as below them to have to sell their home to the highest bidder. The stallion is alone in his quest, and he throws himself into the task with admirable gusto. He might be filled with reluctance, but it does not show as his massive skull swings side to side, hunting for potentials.

Finally he sees one; a unicorn mare, stood near the water. The goliath takes a moment to assess her, before deeming her worthy of his attentions and moving closer at an earth-shaking trot. "Greetings," comes the rumbling baritone, his stride slowing to a halt a short distance away from her. He fights aside his natural instincts - to flirt, to put the size of his harem before the size of his herd - and after a tiring mental battle, manages to force his face into neutrality. He racks his brains, trying to think what to say - should he lead with his name and rank, or ask hers, or remark on the weather? Ack, this is far harder than simply kicking something until it breaks! "Are you looking for a home?" His voice is assertive, despite the uncertainty that bubbles inside.

AND THE WORLD WILL END IN FIRE
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Zubari Posts: 52
World's Edge Colt
Colt :: Unicorn :: 17.1 :: 1Year 8 Months
Kuuma :: Melanistic African Civet :: None Dressy
#3

ZUBARI
Yeah I have trust issues, can you blame me?.



The boy traveled away from the Edge for the first time in his young life. He adventured far, far away. Golden eyes were bright with the new world, and surroundings that filled his brain with new sights and smells. Black hooves stepped lightly through the changing environments, careful not to step on logs or thorns. Small nubs have only grown a few inches since birth, but soon they would reach high to the sky, with razor sharp edges. He was a prince of Edge, and the first full blooded Dorobo foal to be birthed in the ground of Helovia. Zubari was an intelligent boy that was maturing quickly by watching the adults. Chocolate colors warmed in the cooling air of Orange Moon, and his black spots glimmered thru his coat more and more every day. Trotting happily through the woods the colt enjoyed his time away from everyone, but he always longed and missed the comfort of his twin.

Soon the boy ended up in a strange part of Helovia. Curiosity took over as he ventured deeper into the weird place. Golden eyes widened with excitement and his heart pounded with adrenaline. The addicting chemical coursed through his veins, and his legs slowed to a walk. He almost physically shook with excitement pushing through the bushes and brush. Soon the boy heard the voice of a man, someone who was talking to another person. Blood coursed through his veins and his heart was pounding so hard that it might fall from his chest. Charcoal hooves moved slower and slower towards the sounds. Striking gold eyes hide far away from their site, and he saw the two adults standing together. The woman was a beautiful creature, and the man looked like something out of a nightmare. He listened intently to the man speak, he was asking her if she needed a home. Chocolate ears pinned to his skull... Why would she go home with scary man, and not cute little Zubari. At that moment the boy knew he had to convince the woman to go with him to Edge.

Adrenaline still coursed through his body, and he noticed the quivers his muscles were making. A conniving smile fell to his maw, he had an idea. Back tracking slowly and quietly the boy got a few yards away. Then he took off running as fast as he could. His small voice shrilled in the air like he had been spooked. Jumping from the bush the boy ran towards the woman to hide. Little hooves carried him as fast as he could go until he was on the other side of her. His muscles seemed to tremble with fear. Nostrils flared and golden eyes started to fill with false tears. "I.... I... I sorry.... some monster scared me. I was playing then I heard loud sound. I just had to get away!" His panicked voice made him seem like he really saw a monster. "I just want my Mommy..... " Warm liquid dripped from the boys eyes, and his golden orbs shut to try to hold them back. His act was well planned, maybe this will get the woman asking where his mom was. Just maybe she will go home with him...

"talk talk talk"


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Sanaa Posts: 6
Outcast
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.3 :: 4
nunu
#4
A distant rumbling shook the ground she quietly stepped upon, the vibrations becoming more prevalent until the quaint mare noticed a very tall, robust brute standing before her. He rumbled past ferns that she imagined had shed a beautiful shamrock color with specks of gold dusting off of; in symbolism of the diminutive pollen sacks stuck to their extensive leaves. This, paired with the stallion’s own (imagined) aura gave her an intrinsic calming and she felt less guarded than usual. Sanaa was always an agreeable mare, one who would rather go with the flow than cause any mystification or dilemma. This equine’s baritone voice struck through the hush of the forest in that of innumerable measure, just as his piercing blood-red orbits did to her cooling, cerulean ones. She felt faint of heart for a moment, as he asked her if she was in need of a home. ‘Home’, she thought and her mind sang an old Dorobo lullaby that crowded the background of her thoughts as she parted her velvets to reply. “I suppose,” she began, the mare’s visage took a dip towards the forest floor in a gesture of shame although she had no reason to be. There was something different she felt from this gladiator – was it that he wasn’t happy? Satisfied? She felt something, yet did she feel strongly enough to bring it up?

The inspired aura that came off in clouds from this stag were of crimson and deep eggplant. His colors did not merge and she felt them reel around her in an almost seductive sense, although to this she paid no mind. She was young and contrary to most not naïve at all; and certainly Sanaa had not experienced love just yet, but could sense a lust (at least coming from herself) towards this brujo. Sanaa knew to keep her wits about her and just tell things as they were in her delicate manner – this was always the best, staying true to herself had kept her alive and well so far. A ped stepped towards the stallion, she felt his speech was off and so she decided to make it known. “Tell me what you would really like to say.” Sanaa meant this in the most innocent sense, yet her tone dripped with sexuality that she was unaware of. She smiled genuinely at the man’s appearance, his scars trying to tell her stories of his past. Her twin pools glistened like a candlestick being gently blown out and at that moment a colt came bustling out of the thicket.

In a lemon yellow vibrating aura, this chocolate colored young was screeching about a monster. Sanaa’s lobes pricked straight up, the unicorn colt seeking shelter behind her and she turned her nape to see his frightened expression as he began crying for his matron. She stuttered, as this took her by surprise, and did not manage a sentence while she then turned to face this babe; her attention now focused on him, her bodice placed close next to the equine. The young one was weeping and Sanaa reached towards him, her untouched plush wiping away the crystal drops rolling down his cheeks. “Oh darling.” Her expression of sympathy was hopefully making the little one feel better, yet this was Sanaa’s first experience with a foal. The unicorn mare glanced back towards her first acquaintance and shrugged, attempting to find an answer in his sharp orbs. The sunlight wavered upon them; the canopies shaking in a passing gust of wind that let Sanaa envision more auras placing themselves around them. She stared into the colt’s wet orbits and sought reasoning behind this act, for just like the giant onyx stallion, something was not properly placed here.

Sanaa examined the colt as he wept and shook, his coat mimicking those of Dorobo patterns. Perhaps this is what helped her decide on giving the babe the benefit of the doubt. She chose to speak softly to him, “I’m sure it was just a forest creature, young one, no need to fright now.” This was coming more naturally than she could have thought, “Where is your dam…or sire? Where do you belong?” Sanaa took a step backwards, placing herself unknowingly closer to the stallion, she was unaware of her movements but becoming more aware of how good his make believe aura felt on her own. Before her she gathered in the other pretend auras: that bright yellow that erupted from the foal was becoming a foggy white and she felt her own glittering mauve falling off of her antelope horns. The strongest, though, was this stag’s. Her whole frame was being enveloped by it, and it was confusing and comforting and displaced Sanaa a bit. She awaited the colt’s reply, but could not help but ache for the stallion’s more.

@VOLTERRA

@ZUBARI
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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#5


I suppose. A grin spreads across his features; this is a good start. If she is receptive to the idea of a home, then he has a chance of making sure it is the Throat. When she speaks again, her voice is the conquettish purr of a mare, and immediately the stallion's eyes darken with lust. Tell me what you would really like to say. Dammit, he is so easily entwined in her web, recruitment suddenly slipping from his mind as his old self begins to rise, the old him that would try to bed anything with four legs...

Alas, they are interrupted. He knows that he was unlikely to be alone with this mare long, as other herd representatives are bound to gatecrash sooner or later. He is surprised, however, when the new arrival is a mere newborn colt, all spindly legs and tufty bottlebrush tail. The boy dives immediately for the mare, and with a somewhat sceptical gaze Volterra follows his progress. Is this how the Edge does its recruiting? By sending adorable foals to the Threshold to melt adult hearts?

Hmmph. But perhaps it is remiss of him to suspect this; perhaps the colt is simply a lost boy looking for help. The leviathan stamps firmly on his lust, pushing it down and focusing on his original task. "You should not be out alone, boy. Where is your mother?" He would be mightily disappointed if one of his own children was alone without its mother (regardless of the fact Volterra himself was already up to mischief when he was this boy's age), and would hope that strangers would take pity on him.

But he cannot let this stop him doing what he's come here for. He looks to the mare, suddenly all business again with his lust temporarily stifled. "My name is Volterra, Gladiator of the Dragon's Throat. It is the southernmost of the four herds here, and you are welcome to make it your home if you desire." He looks to the colt, then back to the mare. "If you are interested in joining me, we could escort the child home on our way as well." He cannot possibly leave the foal here, alone. He has some conscience.

AND THE WORLD WILL END IN FIRE
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@Sanaa @Zubari

[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far  ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]




Zubari Posts: 52
World's Edge Colt
Colt :: Unicorn :: 17.1 :: 1Year 8 Months
Kuuma :: Melanistic African Civet :: None Dressy
#6

ZUBARI
Yeah I have trust issues, can you blame me?.



Golden eyes could hardly open from the warm liquid pouring down his cheeks. The was kind and inviting like he thought she would be. The lie was working, but there was one issue... It was working so well that he started to believe his own lie. Muscles still shook, but the adrenaline turned into a wave of fear. Veins ran cold, and he could almost feel his small heart stop pounding. It takes a true master mind to believe their own lie. Little did the boy know that he was becoming a true manipulator. It takes a good lair for someone to believe them, but it takes a mastermind to make their own self believe the lie. So here is the question the boy asked himself; if he believe the lie, did that still make it a lie?

He could feel her warm gaze fall upon him. The boy felt like the woman was scrutinizing every movement he made. It was almost like she was looking for a tall tale sign that he was lying. Lucky for the boy there would not be a single tattle tale sign showing, on his small childlike frame. Finally the tears started to come to a halt when she started to reassure him. A forest creature.... His small head shook with a heavy no. "It... It Tried.. eat me. It tummy gurgled and roared, and sharp teeth flashed. I.. I just ran for Life!  "  The small voice shuttered and stuttered out of fear for the monster (who he now believed existed... *or did he?*) was still going to eat him. Small golden nubs moved frantically, searching in the bush around them. Chocolate ears turned and listened to the woman speak, then the harsh tones of the man rang through his ears. Wide eyes looked the direction that he came from."Mommy and daddy going to be mad at me... I saw butterfly, and followed here" His head lowered to the ground. Gold bright eyes looked up to the adults, shamed, scared, and worried all in one glance. The lie he created was so believable to him (or were they?).At this point he could now feel the emotions the golden eye were portraying. "I live on big cliff.... with cracked glass wall around it." He was not sure what his heard was called, but he could explain it... That works just a good right?

The man asked the woman if she wanted to take the colt home, then they could continue to Throat place. Golden eyes wanted to narrow upon the man, but they remained innocent and scared. Pretty land could not stay with scary man... Zubi wanted her to stay at his edge home. Quietly the boy watched the pair interact. Settling upon the woman he noticed that she looked almost like himself. Her bodice almost held the same familiar markings that mom and dad carried. His small voice spoke up quietly, not wanting to interrupt."Where you from? You look like me!" Ecstatically his voice jumped from his small maw. In the scared moment (Or fake scared moment) the boy realized he never introduced himself. "I Zubari." He chimed in once again, forgetting about the make-believe monster.
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"talk talk talk"


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Sanaa Posts: 6
Outcast
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.3 :: 4
nunu
#7
The Dorobian mare listened as the stallion questioned the young one, just as she did. Her twin pinnacles drank in the roughness of his speech and she realized her father had held the same tenor when she was but a newborn filly. He then gave his attention back to her, sharing his title and offering his land as a place to call home. Sanaa was flattered, being that she just stepped upon this new soil and already had been invited to live somewhere. He mentions how they can assist the young one home, and the jagged tones he has seem to diminish – at least that is what Sanaa felt. “The southernmost region you say? Quite tempting as I come from a land that had an extreme heat index.” Imagining basking in the Dorobo sun, her coat shimmering against the river’s reflection…ah, home. The foal was still tremulous and this caught Sanaa’s mind, having her leave her musing to inquire about his situation. “Darling, I am certain the monster has vanished – it couldn’t catch you anyhow.” the mare crinkled her left nostril and gave the colt a smile all while brushing another large tear drop from his jaw. Sanaa’s maternal instincts were indeed still shocking her, although it could have been their similar lineages that made it so simple to console the young one. “I’ll bet your mother and father will be relieved to see you, kijana mmoja, and not anger at all.” Her swahilian dialect dripped in effortlessly, and she hadn’t realized her use of it.

Sanaa listened to the foal describe his home, although sounding like something out of an old tale, she did not interupt and let him continue on. ‘He is a foal afterall...’ His stance morphed dramatically, once hesitant and petrified and now opening up with a bit of exctitement. He asked where she was from, pointing out how similar they were in appearance and afterwards mentioned his name. Sanaa felt her heart leap with effervescent jubliance, in her mind screaming, ‘There are more Dorobians here!?’ Smiling, she replied to Zubari, “I am from Dorobo, Zubari, and I would love to help you return to your parents.” Sanaa imagined greeting them in her native tongue, hoping there really were more Dorobians. The mare looked up to Volterra, his stature towering her petite frame although offering no threat, and she smiled at him. “Volterra, a robust name for such a gladiator,” she dipped her crown here in respect, knowing that in Dorobo females must always be subsequent to the male, “I would love to see your land, but must I agree to join now, here, when I’ve yet to see it? How will I know it is the best to suit me... other than, well, you being there.” Unconsciously batting her eyes at him, Sanaa felt eager to leave. She admired Volterra’s offering to assist Zubari home, his aura gradually growing larger as time passed and Sanaa knew in her heart he was being genuine.

Thinking of Zubari’s description of home, she asked the stallion for guidance, “Is this place he describes...real?” She lowered her voice here at the end of her question, hoping Zubari was too young to take offense but also remaining polite as she always did. Looking around the forest, she noticed different clouds of auras colliding and clashing, the nearby body of water had collected decorations of dragonflies, which floated among the water’s surface to quench their thirst. It was a magical time of day, and a very special place. She turned to the both of them, ”What is the name of this land?” In the distance a loon was calling, and the mare briefly shut her orbits to take in this beautiful song. Inhaling deeply, their scents mixing in the atmosphere along with the damp soil beneath them, she could not believe this was actually all happening. It had been weeks since she had seen another soul, and now two were a few feet away from her. She drank it all up, as she usually did, admiring every aspect, detail, feeling and scent. She was close to reaching happiness here in this new land.


@VOLTERRA



@ZUBARI
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Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
#8


Despite his initial annoyance at the colt's poorly-timed appearance, Volterra cannot help the surge of protective anger that spasms through him as the boy mentions something trying to kill him. If there is one thing the monolithic Gladiator cannot stand, it is child murderers. "You are safe now. The monster will not harm you with us here." Already confident on the battlefield, Volterra knows that a possible threat towards a foal would only add greater force to each colossal blow that he lands upon this would-be monster.

He looks back to the mare, who reveals that she comes from a hot land. She would be perfect for the Throat, then. Being black, the beast suffers more than most, and the scorching Throat sun sometimes borders on the unbearable. Of all the lands that he could have chosen to live in, he would not have picked the hottest, but alas, fate led him in a direction that his heat-hating body could not resist.

The behemoth is somewhat crestfallen as the mare and boy seem to bond over a land named Dorobo, which Volterra locks away in the back of his mind to be remembered later. It will be most embarrassing if he loses out on a potential recruit to a mere child, and it takes a lot of effort for him to not eyeball the colt with distaste. The mare compliments his name, which somewhat eases his wounded pride, and he makes sure to draw himself to his full height in order to display every rippling muscle beneath his obsidian hide.

She then asks a rather interesting question - if she will be allowed to see if she wishes to join the Throat, before actually joining. Truthfully, the stallion does not know the answer. He is still new to herd politics, and has no idea whether it is considered good etiquette to allow a complete stranger to look around the land before deciding to join. What if she is a spy, and he unwittingly offers her insight into the Throat's defences? What if she has a band of rogues just waiting to invade?

Let them try, thinks the young warlord.

"I don't see why not," he rumbles. The mare then asks if the place the colt mentions is real, and the giant racks his brains to think if he's heard of it before. He only knows of the Throat - his home -, the Falls - where Isopia lead him to her clearing - and the Basin - taught to him by his mother. "I believe it is one of the herds, although I am unsure of which direction it lays in." He's sure the boy will be able to lead them, however. "This land is known as Helovia, and we are in its Threshold." He fixes the woman with his crimson gaze, eager to answer any questions she may have.

AND THE WORLD WILL END IN FIRE
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[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far  ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]




Zubari Posts: 52
World's Edge Colt
Colt :: Unicorn :: 17.1 :: 1Year 8 Months
Kuuma :: Melanistic African Civet :: None Dressy
#9

ZUBARI
Yeah I have trust issues, can you blame me?.



Her soft touch was almost like his mothers. Warm, loving and compassionate towards the small boy. His small voice chuckled and he started to warm up to the woman as she complimented him. The man stood in a protective stance, and soon the boys pretend monsters dwindled away. Golden bright eyes looked and nodded to the man and his fake fears went out the door. The woman soon reassured him that his mom and dad would not be upset with him. His face twisted into a unsure look as his childish face turned to look at her. "Daddy not going to be happy... He is the King! and he expect better from me..." Nodding his small golden nubs his eyes wondered back to the ground. He was for sure he would be in trouble, but maybe they would be happy that he brought home this pretty lady. The woman went on to speak about where she was from and the sun glittered in his eyes once again. She was of the same place as mom and dad! "You really going to help me!?" Childish squeals filled the air as he pranced around the man and the woman as they spoke.

Listening in carefully, but pretending like he wasn't. Chocolate tones bounced in the air and black spots warmed over his pelt. The creepy man spoke up saying he was not sure what direction his herd was in. Small hooves stood still and looked at the pair. "Edge! that is name.. I know way home... I think. I live near big ocean and small grove. " His mind filtered through the sights he saw. Zubari was sure he could find his way back home. "Going to get dark soon we should go before monsters come back out..." A worried expression flooded his face as he scanned the woods around him. His small hooves started walking towards home ( of the direction of home ).
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"talk talk talk"
OOC:: Okay I can post a short thread in Edge for you two taking zubari home. and Sanna can decide to go home with Vol, stay, or become an outcast. If that is okay with you guys???

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