11-15-2021, 05:30 PM
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Next round, November 22nd.
Next round, November 22nd.
The Queen rose from her den, careful to not disrupt her sleeping litter as they huddled from the gradually colding season. She could see her breath in the air with each passing, a dripping of the upcoming season of winter that would bless their land. Trees barred, stripped from the color array of leaves and giving off dead-like trees, though reality is but a deep hibernation for them all, and other critters of the land.
A cloud hung in the air, giving a gloom to the Crown.. Slowly did it drop, the fluttering motion of white specks into the sky as they landed onto the chocolate ebony pelt, melting away into her warm body. Her tail swayed in the background as the Deorwine gazed into the sky — and surely the rest who bore the name was doing.
A howl to set at all ; for the time of hunt has arrived. A chant so said within her head, as the Wintertide Jubilee has been announced to the land as resounded in the urge to come, to come and hunt — as the Queen galloped her way to the forest, a running streak so all that may here.
"It is our time to hunt for the king!" She announced with pleasure, for though Elk was banned from their forest.. On a special occasion did the High Elk relinquish just this small bit to their primal desires. A blessing, to all, as a devilish smile aligned to her face on this chant and hunt of desire. To set a group of hunting, an alliance of all those claim to Elkshire to participate in this annual event.
"Those who do not hunt, do not eat."
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