A dream of tomorrow (Patrol, Open)

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    Rangi has never gone out on patrols mainly cause he has so many other things to do, like run around the territory, dig random holes, climb up trees and fail miserably, invent some stuff, forge weapons and armors in his Forge, the list goes on. But lately, his players imagination has started to drown and Digested can't hit his head against the wall anymore or he will get a concussion. So in a desperate attempt to kick up his muse he decided to let Rangi go on a patrol.


    The african wild dog started to walk along the border his eyes unfocused and his mind lost in thought.

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    She approached. "Are you okay?" she questioned, giving him a concerned look.


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    Not once had the SnowFerra been on a patrol. Too busy hanging around the mansion acting like an idiot. So, she trotted over. She glanced at Remi, before looking at the dog. Yea...are you okay? Sick? She promoted, thick tail swishing. Sickness was a fun killer. A really bad fun killer. It made it to where it took so long to get anything done. So of course she was worried for her clan mate. She wasn't that oblivious. Hopefully.




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    [align=center][size=8]Thirty Years and Now I'm Here
    The Only One Left To Scream In Fear
    Your Power Means Nothing When I Got You Running
    Away With Blood In Your Tears!
    #FezatheSnowferra