Dragoncrest Cliffs so, i robbed you blind.

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rare this tender moment of brother and sister. sobeille felt the cold seep in from where his contact left.

yes. good luck, lafayette. marinette be guidin’ you. sobeille watched as he sped away, face grim.

that night she hunted a sleeping pheasant and stripped it of its feathers. leaving it at the base of one of the cliff’s oldest sequoias, sobeille returned to her den. she pulled boneflower from its shelf and studied the worn surface of enamel. how many sapphiqian teeth worried its surface? how many lives had its original owner defended? she ran a red paw along its surface and felt for the dark energy within.

she cast bone first, then stones as the dark closed in.