Oren
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written by Hiver
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Post by Oren on May 26, 2021 4:25:35 GMT -8
"I'd love the exercise, but a car would be wonderful."
He cleared his throat. For some reason, it felt like he hadn't used it in weeks.
The dagger was an aesthetic choice, touching the flat of the blade to his lips, emerald eyes beseeching the Wyrd to warp his magnetic north. To twist it towards flesh and bone. All this talk of methods and margins for error, it made Oren want to yawn and fall asleep. But this? This he could do. He had only ever gotten involved because he wanted to see how the Spring fillies did their work. How one Spring filly did his work. And now that he did, he wasn't just going to leave and not do his part.
A Freehold was a community after all, vernal predilections aside.
"Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath, pray sweet Maria of Melnyk that thou art swift."
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Post by Krakenbox on May 27, 2021 18:47:11 GMT -8
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Post by Agrippa on May 27, 2021 19:12:52 GMT -8
Agrippa joins Ivory and Oren on the hunt.
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