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sisterly love in the shape of handmade mugs



Bramble

The Hallows
Envoy

Master Fighter (400)

Master Intellectual (420)

An icon representing the specialty Bulwark Bulwark

An icon representing the specialty Tactician Tactician
age
2 Years
gender
Female
gems
53
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
240
player
Bunni

1KFestival OrganizerDouble MasterCritical Dodge!Ooh La LaStudent
Samhain 2022
04-11-2023, 05:10 PM
Find #7



Slowly but surely, Bramble begins to shape a very crudely shaped bowl. A low hum leaves her throat as her brow squints harshly over her gaze. Uneven in all the wrong places, the sides begin to build. Making sure to hold the bottom of the bowl in place, her other paws slide over the outside of the bowl. Both of her paws are covered in clay and she lets out a frustrated sigh. "This is really hard," Bramble admits with a frown as she pauses her creation. Looking at the slowly crumpling mess of clay sitting before them, she glances over to Lyssa. "I think I might be a better fighter than uh potterer? Is that even a word?" She laughs hesitantly before smashing the clay into a lumpy pile. "No worries, I'll try again tomorrow!" There is no regret in her choice as she lifts a paw toward her sister. "It feels funny between my toes!" She exclaims as she teasingly tries to boop Lyss on the nose.

Bramble Carpathius


bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.




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