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Show. Me. Seven! [Tyrian]



Álarr

Avalon
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Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
823
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
542
player
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Promptober 2019
09-12-2021, 10:54 AM

Álarr considered his brother's question as to why they opted to take revenge two years later and he shrugged lightly. He couldn't say, perhaps it was not motivated out of revenge but if that wasn't the case then what was the reason. "He could just be particularly grudge bearing, but it's hard to say. I agree. He more or less wished to send a message and I would be remiss if we did not reply. But how?" Álarr wasn't sure as to the answer. A raid was the first thing that popped into his mind but it was wholly unnecessary. Fireside was in good shape, they didn't need anything from the Armada and a raid was a lot of work and risk just to reply to an, arguably, silly message. He watched the gears in his brother turning and was confident the alpha would think of something. Álarr nodded as Tyrian request that later he show his brother where he was attacked.

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