after a great meal i like to lay around and feel like garbage || open, visitor

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    Ah, another beautiful castle. This was the third, maybe fourth castle she'd seen in her long travels, but each seemed so different, almost like it took on an appearance to match the people inside. It made her feel a bit vacant, maybe even lonely as she thought back on her own castle home she lived in once, many years ago. It had taken some time to get here, but now that she was back to traveling, she was glad to be on the road again. With heavy steps, she approached the castle of The Blackheart Rogues with a weary smile. "Is anyone home?"




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify]Since Glitteringgold had already asked he stayed silent, making his way over without a word to wait for an answer. She didn't look like a threat, and so despite his unsavoury expression there was no explicitly hostile movement from the male. They didn't get many visitors so it wasn't surprising that he'd at least be cautious, but then again there'd never been any particular ambushes or raids, and so Saito's guard had become somewhat loose in these situations. Not itching for a fight, at least.[/justify][/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 115%]» Toriel seemed to carry a motherly aura about her, instantly calming the frazzled nerves of Harshpaw. The usually jumpy tom was relaxed as he sauntered over, wedging himself in between Glitteringgold and Saito with a small smile aimed up at the goat mom. She seemed safe.


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    Toriel paused to take in the locals curiously, offering a small smile. The first femme seemed polite enough, considering Toriel was, in fact, on their land. She wasn't sure what to make of the stoic wolf, or the energetic red panda, but she certainly couldn't help flashing a gentle smile at the apprentice. "Ah, hello. My name is Toriel Dreemur," she introduced, dipping her head politely. "I'm on a journey trying to go and visit all of the clans and learn about their cultures. I'm not being too intrusive by visiting, I hope?"




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