Luneshale Pass naught left but the tree you were certain
Verapaz
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an understanding appears to pass between them, affirmed to dracarys by the 'ah' that leaves the other man's lips. a home. a pack. a hierarchy to fit himself into. a necessity, the weeks of solidarity has shown to him.

verapaz.

dracarys tucks the name away, unsure if he could say it with quite the smoothness of the other man.

dracarys follows, gaze inquisitive, taking in what he can; intending to explore it more in depth later.


he is a war drum.
his name is a battle chant
on ten thousand lips,
he is a weapon to be pointed.
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RE: naught left but the tree you were certain - by Dracarys - June 08, 2025, 02:02 PM