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Álarr

Avalon
Beta

Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
800
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
538
player
lunarcat7

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Promptober 2019
03-06-2020, 06:42 PM
Tensions ran between the wolves present and Álarr's eyes narrowed at Rhyme. Everything had been going fine until he showed up. Either way it seemed Rhythm was determined to go. Álarr gently nuzzled her back. "Goodbye, Auntie Rhythm. I'll miss you." He knew it wasn't a permanent goodbye and he did plan to visit his aunt from time to time and he didn't care how Rhyme or any of the other Destructions felt about it. He felt a knot tighten in his chest but he didn't want to cry, not in front of everyone and so he held his feelings back and just waited for the process to be over. He made a note to ask his dad some time about Rhythm had said about the Destructions and Imperialis and to ask more information about this Rhyme character. He knew Rhyme had done something bad and had been stripped of the name Imperialis but now Álarr was really curious as to what.