| Subject: {FANG} (for Aarien, Kaiyn, Atreus, and Kalan, if you want to join in) |
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Raumo
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Date Posted: 17:34:22 08/08/05 Mon
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In reply to:
Kalan
's message, ".exalted." on 15:53:52 08/08/05 Mon
Camelot. Much had changed. Much had not. Here was the once great kingdom of wolves, known throughout the lands for the royals and their subjects. Pinions of the alabaster hue followed one such subject into the throne room of the new rulers. A crest of grey dipped in the tradition of greeting. Rising to stare at the thrones, Raumo noticed the other, the current King. Kaiyn. You look much like your mother, but, undoubtedly, also like your father. My, how you've grown. How's your sister doing? But before he waited for a response, the former alpha spotted her. Aarien. Dear Aarien. You've matured. And you've kept your vow. Hindquarters fall short on the cold marble floor. Plume of deep raven curled gracefully around weary pads. Now, Your Majesties, why have you requested an audience with me, an old, worn out wolf, tired of traveling?
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