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    on the border of colouredclan will sit an odd little ghastly ball of light, a wisp, sparkling in hues of reds and protecting a note from the nefarious weather until someone approaches. the spectre will take its leave after giving the piece of parchment up, which will say the following in a clumsy scrawl;


    "ThE SaNCTUARy COrdIALLy INvITES YOU To CoMPETE IN ThE winTER OLYMPIC GAMES. tHERE WIlL BE FoOD aND ReWARDS, oBVIOUSLy. hoWEVER, pLEASE BE MINDFUL OF OUR aLLIEs oR RISK REMOVAl FrOM ThE GAMES, tHANkS."


    and then the time and date have been written out in a much smaller, nicer penmanship.


    THE SANCTUARY'S 2018 WINTER OLYMPICS THREAD HUB

    ❝ LOUI VUITON BODY BAG ❞ CHICA FAZBEAR

    THE SANCTUARY & INFORMATION

    that must hurt a lot

    frightfur seraphim muzikant / whitecoat of colouredclan & commander of the rift / genderfluid + female serval body / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ The lithe and pale frame of Frightfur Seraphim was the first to appear to inspect the note. His titanium fangs were bared at the red wisp, however, he was familiar with the concept of the Sanctuary’s wisps. His had been a yellow one, for happiness and stubbornness. Still, other spirits even harmless ones made him wary.


    The wisp gave up the note to him however and he smiled to it almost in a forced manner, thankful. With the wisp outta sight, he sniffed at the note and read it. An Olympic games—winter style of course due to the season and weather. He was half the athlete he could be, wasting much of his body on sweets and sheer laziness but he was also a soldier and a soldier was always fit in case of a fight. Depressingly, he was suffering from a broken hind leg at the moment and he wasn’t sure if that meant he could participate but….maybe. Maybe he could also just watch and eat free food and cheer those he knew on.


    ”Hey, The Sanctuary’s having a Winter Olympic games! There might be prizes and stuff so feel free to attend. I’ll be checking this out myself,” he called out to those in earshot and also repeated the message via telepathy to the whole town so they’d be informed.

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    MY DEAR, COME AGAIN?

    YOUR VOICE IS FADING OUT AND IN

    Yuri heard Frightfur’s telepathic message within his mind. Sanctuary’s Olympic Games? As in sports and feats? Yuri fluttered to find Fright and soon hovered nearby to the serval. He saw the invitation in the serval’s grasp. Yuri knew he’d attend. He was quite the athlete and he wouldn’t mind tooting his own horn about it either. He remembered Frightfur’s injured leg and a wonderful realization washed over him. With Frightfur eliminated as competition, his main rival gone, this was sure to be an easy win for him. He wouldn’t even have to deal with Fright’s possible dirty cheating – he’d be free to all of that himself. ”Aw. Too bad for you, Frightfur,” mewed with a mocked frown on his lips as he hung in the air in front of the servaline. ”You can come to cheer me.”


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