King Elk Forest We stir up the truth, but it's never to harm, steeped in
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stomping amongst the grasses with that familiar crazed grin, rohesia puffed as she carried a sickly rabbit in her mouth she hoped would nest and fester in the open wound that was kingslend, their own so-called kings. but she would never call them that. never. ever. never. never —

she was on her way to the river when the siblings cam upon her and her secret — donning antlers over their shoulders. those were HERS. SHE deserved the crown, not them. never. ever. never. never. never,

"this is yours," she hisses as she throws the rabbit at them. "your land, your food. i am taking a stance against you, and challenging celnes for her crown. and you next, you pompus overgrown mouse. the high elk has spoken threw an omen you chose to ignore, but you cannot ignore me. not now."
Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger
come quell your daughter's hunger!
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RE: We stir up the truth, but it's never to harm, steeped in - by Rohesia - October 12, 2020, 06:23 PM