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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]so. lancelot had returned and apparently now there were four leaders of darkclan- how interesting. the male had not particularly given the authorities much thought other than to remember their names and to give them respect; easy things to do in his opinion. private nightpaw was wrapped in a bubble of his own thought for a lot of the day, physically and mentally pushing himself past the limits until he literally collapsed all in the name of training, and whilst it could be viewed as pure insanity with the way he drove himself, he was merely determined.


    now however, having recovered from his fatigue, the male strode through darkclan's territory, wanting to hunt.

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    polysexual genderqueer - all powers - lives (9/9)
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    //late post ualkjsdf what the fudge murky


    Lancelot caught sight of the corporal, his right ear twitching slightly. "Any motive to your strides, or just the usual patrols?" the lord inquired with a casual tilt of his noggin.
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    “Mortals are the disease. I am the cure.”
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