a pox upon the phony king of England - private

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    [sub]The hybrid waited quietly in the Apothecaries' center of operations, his tail making wide, slow arcs behind him as he dragged it in long, nervous wags.

    Ali padded into the den she shared with Atavan and Arthur, a small smile on her maw. "Ready for your training today Atavan? she asked sitting down across from him, glancing at their herb stocks, already starting to worry about leaf-bare.

    [sub]/late reply, sorry !


    The pup nodded. "Y-y-yes, m-m-m-ma'am. W-what's u-u-up f-f-f-f-for t-t-today?" queried Atavan.