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Io Claus is Comin' to Town

Rhythm and everyone else!



Theory

Avalon
Healer

Master Fighter (250)

Master Healer (240)

An icon representing the specialty Fertile Fertile

age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
548
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
805
player
Xarae

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05-23-2020, 07:19 PM


Theo watched Poem's expression carefully as Iolaire introduced herself from the Armada. Although her sister's, uh, indentured servitude (that sounded better than slave... and the situation seemed too complicated for such a simple, rotten word) had been fairly recent, Poem had seemed to acclimate quickly. There were even some wolves that she seemed to be neutral to friendly with hailing from the Armada, and with Acere's recent betrayal, she wanted to make sure that they had as many "friends" as possible. It never hurt to keep strong, well-armed company. Sirius cut an imposing figure any way you sliced it, and she might rest easier with such a warrior on her side.

"Yes! Please, follow me," she said, nodding as Poem looked to her for approval. If Poem was comfortable escorting Armada wolves about their territory, Theory would gladly welcome a budding alliance. Her sister's feelings were paramount but Poem had seemed to rebound quickly. She liked to think they were made of tougher stuff than most. "I'm sure Rhythm will be glad for the company, and thank you for your gift." The young alpha smiled cheekily as Iolaire complimented the territory. "Yes, this is one of the lands we managed to keep after the eruption... but watch your paws for snakes, just in case they haven't yet gone to ground." The land was aptly named. Serpents hid in the tall brush, although most had grown quiet as the weather began to turn.

"theory speaks!"

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