RENEGADE // p-cory

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    BROWNWYN DUPONT

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    Bronwyn was lying on a large, flat rock on the riverbank, her eyes closed, her tail twitching. She had been feeling stressed during the past few days for no reason at all- usually to relax she would go down to the beach, but the shore had carried a bad atmosphere for her ever since Lucifer died there.
    So, here the snow leopardess was, stretched out on a rock, listening to the quiet burble of the river as she tried to unwind.



    //ahhh i suck at starting threads sorry cx
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