horns don't make a devil ** open, mentor needed

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    It had taken almost a week, but with some memory exercises (disgused as games) that she'd been playing, it had all but come back. That and the memory loss naturally faded as the days went by. Abiliene had only just gotten here, and her stay so far was riddled with bordeom and rife with irritation. Now that things were cleared up, she was both happier and feeling much better.



    She was still very much a kitten despite being almost seven months old now, but the girl was restless for some sort of training. Everyone here seemed to be so adept at something! Abiliene was just...kind of average.



    "Um, excuse me?" Her voice was a bit too quiet and no one heard her. "Excuse me?" Louder now, some heads turned. "Will anyone be willing to, well, teach me?"


    「 painting on a canvas of the scars i try to hide 」

    Phexides had mostly spent the last few days awkwardly shuffling around, trying to get herself assimilated into the BHR culture. Going from a heavy, just led proclan to a band of rogues was...weird, to say the least. Not to mention that she was actually still secretly hanging on to Sunclan, especially now that Aurum was leading it. She was trying to live on two opposite sides of the coin.


    But her train of thought was interrupted by a small, babyish voice, which attracted her attention. The Goldenblood didn't mind children, although her gruff nature might scare em. "If ya like fightin' kid, I can help you there." The lynx said in response, coming over to sit by her.

    "speech." or "speech."



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