Nova Peak every scar will build my throne

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The scent thickened, bothering him more than it likely should have, but he made no effort to correct his mood. Instead, he simply pressed onward and continued towards the land beyond her hiding place. The destination was not to be reached right away, however, for he found himself slowing to a stop as an unfamiliar face revealed itself. For a long moment, he did little more than stare at the female, his legs stiff and his ears shoved forward. His posture, unable to default into a state of relaxation per usual, tensed further when she spoke; the language was foreign, not a single word able to be connected to a proper meaning within his head. Narrowing his gaze, his lips parted as if he might say something—an insult in his father’s mother tongue, most likely—but then closed promptly, disallowing the escape of all sounds, save for a scoff-like noise. Choosing to ignore her, Alexander continued passed the girl, his journey resumed whilst the stranger was left at his back.

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