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Date Posted: 19:25:14 08/02/05 Tue
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Kalan
's message, ".exalted." on 15:35:35 08/01/05 Mon
Ahh, someone had arrived. Whether it be friend or foe, Aarien was determined to look more herself than she had in her past few days of recovery. Upon the entry of this new, young wolf, her demeanor shifted from that of a beaten, battered wolf, to that of the fae that her comrades had seen while in battle. Commanding, alert, but with a certain gentleness that told she was caring enough to listen. In response to his intentions, a regal raven crest shook with disbelief. ”I have no intent on allowing the territory of the previous Queen, God bless her soul wherever she may be, go into the hands of one not in her line. Please excuse me, but that is the promise that I gave, and I gave my word. None in my bloodline has ever gone back on their word to their Majesties, and neither do I plan on breaking that tradition. But, please. Explain why you cannot just start anew. Bring in creatures to what you want them to be drawn in by, rather than what the place was known for.” Calmly, Aarien sat in front of the throne that had once housed the greats of Camelot. Here, she was on her own turf.
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