01-04-2023, 02:26 AM
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He woke to the smell of his brother in the air. Rising, the Harbinger grimaced through the twinging ache in his bones. The cold weather did nothing of benefit to his joints, and his reincarnation hadn’t done him the decency of aging his body backward as it did Nym.
He wasn’t willing to die again to try.
Cresting the shallow hill out of the Roots, his tail flagged high and waving behind him, seeing his brother with a fox in his mouth. “Welcome home, Melchior.”
He wasn’t willing to die again to try.
Cresting the shallow hill out of the Roots, his tail flagged high and waving behind him, seeing his brother with a fox in his mouth. “Welcome home, Melchior.”
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