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01-15-2014, 05:42 PM
Glaciem was not awful -- but it was lonely. He had spent so much time alone, and now that he was once again without his family, he could hardly bear it. They never seemed to leave his mind. Night and day, begging him to return to them. But the call of Isardis would arrest him from his restless thoughts. Quickly the man would rise to all fours, stretching sleep from his stiff limbs and beginning to approach the leader of Glaciem. When he arrived, he would slacken his pace, nodding slowly toward the man. He did not love him, nor was his opinion particularly favorable; but he did not hate him. "Isardis," he greeted gently, voice rumbling from deep within his chest as he parted his jaws slightly to speak. |
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