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Álarr

Avalon
Beta

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
lunarcat7

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Promptober 2019
01-21-2023, 04:23 PM

The man mentioned his name as Corvus Destruction and Álarr's breath caught in his throat for a moment. A flicker of sadness touched his heart. Corvus explained that he and his wife joined Avalon after Abaven disbanded. "Ahh, I see. I can relate. I joined Avalon after Fireside disbanded. Seems there's been quite a few shifts in the pack landscape lately." Old packs fell, new ones rose, and there had been more challenges this past year than he could ever remember prior.

"I don't mean to pry, but did you know a woman named Rhythm by chance? She was my step-mother and she lived in Abaven." She was gone now to. Álarr felt the sting of loss. More and more he was becoming aware of how much he'd lost this past year.