IC; Britlyn walks fast in the New York air, her long brown hair twisting around and stinging her face as the winter breeze shoves intrusively between the hundreds of people walking as Britlyn did. Sighing, making a fog appear before her face, swirling and floating for a moment but then disappearing, she turns into her boutique, "Lust Not, Love Not"
Fire Within Us; Mature Real Life Roleplays
- Regalblaze of ThunderClan
- Closed
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