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Post by Chalos Autumn on Jul 5, 2006 23:03:52 GMT -5
[HEY! I was sure I'd posted this, but, well, you know how small-minded your Dragga is.  Also - Deor, your retarded Dragga apologises that he forgets things he personally schedules. >>] Dawn touched its light pink tresses over the land of Transylvania, glowing faint and delicate over fur and feathers as all awoke to a gently opening eye of Fenris. Dew clung to each and every bit of plant life, rolling in shining drops as they gathered together and grew heavy. The morning was beginning perfectly for a hunt, as the wolven prey was just awaking and many without a care in the world. Sedated by sleepiness and lulled by the soft dawn, herds of elk and lone moose roamed grounds they knew not were for hunting. In the midst of the heaven-esque morning peace, a Dragga of impressive stature stood, watching the care-free herd from afar. His lookout was a gently-sloping hill that masked his presence with tall grasses and mature trees. However, he could not escape the soft dawn sun, for even between the great leaves of the trees, Fenris forced illuminating dapples over his thick, ebony-and-rust fur. The behemoth of an alpha turned, focusing his gaze upon the members of the pack he led behind him, tail swaying high and elegant, displaying dominance. The pack was dubbed the bold, the gentle, and the friendly; this was Deor, commanded by Chalos Autumn, a hulking male who respected his packmembers as much as they respected him. Lately, the pack had fallen into a state of utter boredom and inactivity - even the younger wolves ceased to play - and it was high time all had a group visit to Deor's share of hunting grounds. Chalos cast an almost loving smile over his faithful packmembers, for he had been fairly solitary himself as of late, but still Deor had stood with him - it was a comforting feeling to know that your pack was, simply, a group of friends. However, something was happening within the enormous lupine's body - though his coat was naturally thick, it was also silken and shined against even the faintest hint of light. Thus, obe could see, if they studied him closely enough, that spine and ribs, shoulders and hips prodded out sharply from his body; the thick coat tricked an untrained eye to make him appear just lean enough to be healthy. In truth, the innocent Deor Dragga had somehow contracted a disease, most likely from comsuming an infected piece of otherwise healthy meat and was slowly but surely starving himself. Tired but sharp, emerald occuli shone dull as Chalos quietly woofed a greeting to those of Deor who had already shown up, explaining that the pack would surround the herd by pairs, drawing into an unseen but efficient, tight circle. Three lives would be their goal, no fawns or their mothers would be taken, and each varg would be responsible for protecting their partner - solitary hunters were respinsible for themselves. With that, the great male turned once more and sat, waiting for more of his pack to arrice. Deor's Pack Hunt would soon begin. [Message me if you're not going to show up so we won't be waiting for you.] |
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Post by okamiwolf on Jul 5, 2006 23:43:14 GMT -5
Chilly orbs of the iciest blue glinted in the skull of an earthen fae. Her creamy pelt stained the colors of dirt and thick mud, and smeared with black. Her body, too, was dappled with light as the bright sun. The glorious body, that was an embodiment of the great God Fenris, graced the sky with its blinding light, as Tor and her loving gaze sunk below the Carpathians. The footfalls of the creature were soft, as silent as could be, for this she-wolf was ready for the hunt.
Her mind was flushed, her only concern for the moment was to approach the group that had come with their Dragga. She’d chosen to stay behind and make sure that the youngest were safe and sound before she left the den to join their hunting group. She was the pack’s Nurse after all. Her grace, which she could only be found practicing when she was around others of her kind - particularly males- was now monitored to be set as high as she could. She didn’t want to make a mistake here, it could cost the pack a meal.
Lucivar could see the group by now. Her velveteen coat gleamed over the slim figure of the Deor pack Nurse and she glanced over the group, spying the large, dark essence of the Dragga. Her optics shimmered as her black lips quirk ed up slightly, into a gentle smile. He was a beautiful beast, mysterious and kind. He had been oddly solitary, and strangely had no Drappa to stand beside him now, only the loyal pack mates that had stayed with him and kept the pack alive, even the slightest while he was absent or busy.
Her auds perked and tingled, she could hear the wind in the trees, rustling the fresh green leaves that had burst to life after the long winter months. She bowed her head, respecting those who where here before her and of course, honoring her Dragga. Her tail hung, relaxed, submissive, she was still fairly new to the pack, and she wasn’t so sure of her exact rank. She listened to the murmuring of her Dragga’s voice picking up the plan, but as she brought herself to sit, and could now closely examine Chalos’ figure up close, she realized that something was amiss.
Where once there would’ve been strong, lean muscles rippling beneath his gleaming pelt, she saw the thick fur covering bones that poked out. Worry flashed in her eyes, and she was torn between confronting her Dragga about this odd condition or to leave it and trust him to lead the pack. It was clearly taking it’s toll, leading the pack alone, she was sure that being sick would not help things. She sincerely hoped that she would make the right decision about this, that when the time would arise, she would do the right thing. But for now, she sat quietly, trying to keep her mind straight on the matter at hand, which there were now two of… one, hunting and feeding the pack, and two… Chalos’ health.
//OMG, its finally here! We of Deor are so proud of you Chalos! And we're glad to see that your back and... well... I wouldn't quite say that he's in "good health."||
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Post by mitia5 on Jul 6, 2006 1:20:28 GMT -5
Cairo had been waiting for this moment for months, since she first left her pack outside of Transylvania to seek out Chalos Autumn and his pack, Deor. When the cream hued fae first wandered into her new packlands with her companion Dakota whom she donned with the nickname Dak, she ached to meet Chalos. When Lucivar, the nurse as well as first pack member that Cairo met broke the news of Chalos' absence Cairo took it in stride although fully disheartened. Every inch of her burned with the desire to meet the honorable dragga that she could now call her own leader. Learning as much as she could about each pack Cairo's decision to join Deor was an educated one which was so decided mostly on Chalos' superb ability to run his pack.
The pursuit of its lands introduced her to a charcoal mann varg of Koran who led her then to his own drappa, Tarkah. Both had been more than generous in pointing her in the correct direction when she then met another obsidian varg named Dakota. He was the one who accompanied her on her journey leading them to get to now one another as if they had been friends for quite some time. Handsome, sweet, as well as agreeable when deciding to join Deor alongside of her. Quite debonair she found him not only handsome but charming as well. It was difficult not to be interested in him.
However in the back of her mind, Cairo still harbored almost pup like images of her and Chalos Autumn's first meeting. The picture that she formed seemed ever so perfect. It wasn't that she wished to be drappa for that was the furthest thing from her mind considering she was the heir to her parents pack. No, the amazing status that perhaps she had enlarged of Chalos kept her imagination working. Obviously it was a secret she harbored afraid of how any of the other pack members meaning mostly Dak would react. Besides Dak she only knew Mist and Civar therefore the hunt was even more exciting.
Sitting now in the heat of Fenris which left a splotched wavering pattern on the coats of her and her fellow pack mates she eyed Chalos for the first time. His rust and midnight pelt were thick especially for the season giving him a regal appearance. Upon his face lay the most intricate yet most odd set of markings. He was more handsome than she even had thought. Although his stance portrayed dominance his tone seemed friendly as if he spoke to his pack as equals instead of subordinates.
The pack number was not as large as Cairo had anticipated either yet still her one cerulean orb and one hazel orb kept an even gaze on her dragga. Auds erect she clung on every instruction not wanting to ruin the first impression she had on the pack. Licking her cream maw that contrasted so with her bi colored orbs, Cairo noted something else. Chalos Autumn appeared to be quite slim so that his bones jutted out ever so slightly beneath his once bulking muscles and thick pelt.
Although having just met her dragga, her observant skills allowed her to detect his slender frame that was quite well masked otherwise. Tensing her muscles she felt a sudden rush to go alongside him, whispering a concerned inquiry of his health. Hearing a slight sound of soft padding from behind the already assembled pack, Cairo saw Civar's arrival. Although not certain Cairo was almost certain she saw a look of admiration in the nurse's eyes as she smiled in greeting to her dragga. Licking her maw she returned her attention to Chalos Autumn hoping that perhaps he may have noticed her within the assembled.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Jul 6, 2006 22:07:18 GMT -5
Sliding out from the shadows Dakota finally emerged from the trees and made his way toward where the pack seemed to be meeting. Still very new Dakota had just arrived in the Deor pack lands not many suns ago and though he tried hard to hide it, the shyness he felt deep in his stomach still crept across his face with each passing moment. Breathing deeply the obsidian male took in the fresh air that swirled around them, taking a moment to memorize the sent and let the breeze wash over him.
Standing a few yards away from the other varg now Dakota glanced around looking for any familiar faces. Instantly he recognized Civar the kindly fae that had led them into these lands and a little distance from here was Cairo. Although her back was to him there was no doubt in him mind that the cream colored varg in front of him was indeed the fae he had traveled all this way with. Reminiscing for a moment Dakota thought back to when Cairo and him had first met...it had been a chance meeting and he could remember prancing around trying to impress the pretty fae.
With his emerald eyes shining Dakota continued to let his gaze remain on Cairo and noticed not without a little jealousy just how excited she seemed to be finally meeting their Dragga Chalos Autumn. He had always know thats why they were traveling to these lands...so that she could finally meet him, but now that they were here and Dak harbored his own secret feeling for her he couldn't bare to watch her get all excited for another varg. Licking his back maw Dakota sighed and pushed those thoughts to the back of his head now was not the time.
With his mind now empty Dakota couldn't help but feel the full force of his growing excitement for the impending hunt. This would be his first timing hunting with a group and he was eager to get started. Finally laying eyes on Chalos Autumn he realized how glad he was to be here, to finally have a place to belong. Smiling his trademark lopsided grin Dakota swiftly moved closer to the group of varg. Eager to begin the hunt and eager to make a new start.
[Yeah, this post isn't very good. I'm still getting used to the whole pack atmosphere]
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Fang
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Post by Fang on Jul 8, 2006 6:10:50 GMT -5
The newly dubbed storyteller of Deor prowled through the trees behind the group. He had travelled many miles from a far away land to join their ranks in Deor. He was still slightly tired from his journey for it had lasted many moons, and dreaded that he may let the Pack down when they needed him.
The male drew himself out of the shadows that consumed his body, the red streaks more ominous than before. His jet black coat melted into the darkness of the trees as he came up to join the hunt. His powerful pillars carried him into the light and into the view of the others. Crimson hued orbs watched the others eith an unusual warmth for the storyteller, who was usually cold toward other varg. But now that he belonged to Deor, he felt a purpose and a new feeling of happiness in his heart.
Before him stood the pack's Dragga, Chalos, the nurse, Lucivar, Cairo and Dakota Spirit. He felt strangely out of place here with them, for they did not know him and he feared they did not trust him. His half-sane mind had calmed however and he bowed his head politely to the others, showing his respect to them.
The Storyteller's crimson streaked coat rippled over his muscular body, and the unusual thickness of it made him look larger than he truly was. Standing slightly behind the others, he felt himself beginning to feel at home with them. The others seemed nice and their Dragga, Chalos, was an honorable varg.
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Post by Chalos Autumn on Jul 9, 2006 23:29:45 GMT -5
[You know what, I had a really long post and then I hit a button and it was gone. So this is what I felt like typing. ): And no, he's not gonna die.]
Lifting his head once more to scent the herd's position, Chalos nodded afterwards, knowing that the pack's prey would not stampede unless one of Deor startled them. Though he was rather skilled at hunting alone, the large male had never before hunted with an entire pack at his command, or even with a pack at all, for that matter.. He knew the other members contained the possibility of not being the best of hunters. With a confident glance over his back at Luci, Cairo, Dak, and Fang, three of them recent entries, the monstrous Dragga smiled, knowing they would escape with the desired amount of carcasses.
"Cairo, Dak, take the left," He murmured quietly, bi-coloured fur glistening proudly underneath the sunlight dapples, "Lucivar, take up the front.. Fang and I will take the back and right." The alpha saw a strange advantage in partnering up with Fang and Lucivar would be able to handle herself just fine. With a smile, he noted that he'd chosen Dak and Cairo to stick together because it certainly seemed they were blossoming into a fine young couple and he simply wanted to support them. "Alright.. On my signal; I'll give a bark and then all of you shall leap out and wound one deer per pair beyond the ability to walk - they will be killed after those who get away (if any give us a chase) are brought down. Make sure your wounds are harsh, deep.. The last thing we want is to have to take up a wild goose chase."
With that, Chalos lowered his head in front of him, muscles rippling suddenly through his legs as he prepared to lunge, just before surging forwards, taking off at a swift, soundless canter, avoiding leaves and sticks and remaining virtually unseen. The elk grazed and munched on tender shoots of healthy-green grasses, fallen trees around the circular meadow mostly corraling the herd where they had gathered. Though he was half-starved, the great Dragga of Deor was determined to lead the pack upon this hunt, but the pangs in his abdomen stabbed at him as if knives, daring him to rest, to stop and to back out. There was a chance he wouldn't even finish the hunt that he himself had scheduled.
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Post by okamiwolf on Jul 9, 2006 23:46:57 GMT -5
Lucivar glanced around, eyes sparkling, at the small group that had already gathered with Chalos. Cairo stood out the most though. Her creamy pelt a stark contrast to the shadows and earthen colors. Her tail wagged carefully behind her, she didn’t want to be making any sudden noises, the most it would sound like was a light breeze, though they were probably safe with the rustling of the trees.
Dakota was next to arrive, and she caught the hint of jealousy, and in truth. She was slightly jealous herself. Cairo was so excited to be meeting Chalos, yes that was to be expected. But Lucivar did indeed harbor a special flame for the currently unhealthy Dragga. She had joined the pack in a time of war, though it seemed that things were shifted to the side and all concerns of battle had been lost in the new season.
Then another male entered, and Lucivar was beginning to wonder how many femme, exactly, were in this pack. It seemed very few compared to the males. It was the Storyteller, Fang. She’d yet to have the pleasure of actually sitting down and talking with the wolf that would accompany her in caring for the young, or at least their young minds. Filling them with tall and wondrous tales. She held high expectations for him. She dipped her muzzle in response to his greeting, and then, at the caressing ring of Chalos’ voice, turned her attention back to her Dragga.
She understood the plan perfectly, now that they were in groups, though small groups they were. She watched as Chalos began moving forward, and smiled to herself, he had noticed the young couple in their midst. But she was also worried about him. “Fang, before you go, make sure to keep an eye on Chalos.” She murmured quickly into the black and red wolf’s ear, just before he would go running off to join Chalos. If something bad were to happen to him, she would blame herself for not saying anything about his ‘condition.’
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Post by mitia5 on Jul 10, 2006 0:16:42 GMT -5
A dark charcoal form now entered the small pack gathering introducing himself as the newest pack member, Fang. Not one to judge Cairo happened to notice his quite different appearance as a varg from a foriegn place much like herself. In some ways he appeared more to suit the realms of perhaps Sarnes yet she kept her tongue nodding politely as he entered. Surely his heart was pure especially for Chalos to accept him so openly.
Chalos, her currently bestraggled yet forever honorable dragga who now gave them orders as to their attack upon the vulnerable unknowning herd. Always observant the cream fae noted Civar's quick whisperings into Fang's perked auds. Perhaps a warning, did she not trust him? If Chalos trusted him then Cairo did as well for she put her faith in her dragga the moment she had decided on Deor. Swiftly moving onto her paws following the plan so designated, her bi colored optics stole a glance at her partner Dak. An excited yet determined look on her maw, enhanced by the glint in her eyes.
The breeze from her movement filled her lungs and heart with an air of enthusiasm. Her cream hued pelt moving ever so elegantly as she travelled almost silently. Rushing past her dragga to gain her assigned position correctly, Cairo managed to whisper into his own aud. "It's an honor Chalos." Each word seemed to sing as she moved past sending him a bright smile as she moved to the west. It was a quick look that seemed prolonged only because her heart went a flutter. His orbs were intense allowing her feel another surge of energy to use toward the hunt. Cairo would not let the pack down.
A skilled hunter of her parents pack, Cairo was confident as she glided smoothly and silently into position along the western flank of the grazing herd. Still content and unaware of the deadly aresenal of predators assuming their positions around them.
Yet unaware to Cairo in at leat all factuality Lucivar who was the first pack member of Deor whom she as well as Dak met was also quite interested in Chalos Autumn. She held her suspicions as any fae would after viewing another fae's actions toward a mann varg but she couldn't be certain. Cairo would obviously watch her boundaries especially because she liked Civar. Still she couldn't help her own interest in the dragga but of course she was still not certain that Civar did indeed look at Chalos with admiration beyond that of respect.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Jul 10, 2006 0:42:47 GMT -5
Nodding in turn to each of the varg that were already in the clearing Dakota showed his respect to them and to the pack. Thinking about how small a group this was he was quickly distracted by another mann-varg as he entered the area. The stranger carried an ebony pelt like himself but the black hairs were interrupted all over his body by bright crimson stripes. At first impression it struck Dakota as though the stranger had been slashed all over his body by some monster with evil claws, but it became clear that this varg was instead the bearer of some very unusual markings. Glancing quickly over at Chalos he saw that the Dragga appeared not to be alarmed by the new varg..apparently he too was a member of the Deor pack. Finally nodding his head to show respect to this male as well Dakota turned back to await Chalos's orders for the hunt.
Tipping his velvet ears forward Dakota caught the quite instructions for him and Cairo to take their positions. Noting the herd as they unknowingly went about their eating Dakota silently began to pick out the weaker ones, his green eyes bright with excitement. Catching Cairo's fast glance his way he smiled faintly before quickly looking away. Moving off into a fast pace Dakota let his sleek legs carry him up the hill and toward the direction Cairo was now running. Coming closer to Chalos Dakota noticed Cairo's little whisper into his ear and had to catch stop himself before his dark lips twisted themselves into an evil snarl. There was no reason to be jealous, and certainly not of the Dragga.
Now in front of Chalos's somewhat thin frame Dakota bowed his heavy body closer to the ground and whispered "Its an honor to meet you at last Sir" before quickly standing up again and rushing to catch up with Cairo. Looking at the herd once more Dakota silently whispered reassurances in his head. This is it he thought. The first hunt...I can't let the pack down.
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Post by Fang on Jul 10, 2006 11:27:29 GMT -5
The ebon mann-varg began to wonder about how small the hunting group was. Thoughts swam in his mind about where the other members were, but the crimson-streaked male soon thought straight again.
Fang nodded in response to Lucivar's words. He had noticed that their Dragga was looking rather thin and it made him shiver to thikn that he was ill. "I will Lucivar. I will." He murmered back.
Fang bowed politely once more to the other members and then sprang silently after Chalos. His large paws carried him swiftly and whilst avoiding twigs and the occaisonal branch that lay in his path, Fang glanced forward at Chalos. Lucivar's words stuck in his mind and he knew it was the most important thing he must do on this hunt, even above bringing down on of the elk. Stride becoming longer, he powered forward on his muscular pillars. Reaching Chalos's side he spoke between the rythmic beating of his strides. "It is an honor." He panted "To hunt with you.. Today." A smile swept across his crimson-streaked maw and he turned his gaze to his prey. He waited for a signal from his Dragga, not wanting to go ahead and scaring the heard or hanging behind.
He kept his steady pace at Chalos's side, every so often glancing to check that he was not failing or tiring. He knew the pack would exile him if anything happened to Chalos whilst he was watching him, and that was the last thing he wanted, especially after being welcomed so warmly into their ranks.
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Post by Chalos Autumn on Jul 19, 2006 12:18:57 GMT -5
[Guess who disappeared for 8 days again.. It's short because I'm not sure how much I can put to describe a pause for all of you to pounce on. ):]
The oversized alpha waited in his place, quite patiently, until everyone had reached their areas - he gave them an extra five minutes for them to figure out their positions, just in case - before he locked his eyes upon the target he and Fang would take. "The old doe there, Fang. You head up on the back and I'll take the side." Quickly glancing over the herd, Chalos assured himself that each and every deer was clueless.
Emitting a loud woof, the large male crouched, muscles rippling in his legs, before he sprang from the shelter of the trees, long legs carrying him quickly right to the near-centre of the herd, where the elderly female was grazing, age-yellowed teeth prominent in her jaws. The sudden appearance of such a large predator threw each and every mind off-balance, and for a few, breathless moments time seemed to stop as all minds focused on the Dragga. The pause had been the time for all members of the pack to appear, surround the herd, and pounce their victims. He only hoped that the other pairs and Luci could hunt to save their lives.
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Post by okamiwolf on Jul 20, 2006 20:14:00 GMT -5
Her paws carried her swiftly over the ground and silently to her position at the front of the herd. She said nothing to Chalos, she was still fighting with herself. She was already regretting not saying anything, but she at least felt reassured, since Fang had said he would watch him.
Deceitful, stone cold eyes glimmered as she inspected the pack. There was no room for worry, no room for mistakes out here. She needed to be completely focused in order to bring down one of the herla, she needed to be able to think clearly. Then she spotted him. His antlers were worn, and he had a badly injured leg already. He was old, that was clear, his head slouched with the weight of his broken antlers. He would be perfect for feeding the wolves, and he wasn’t too far away. If she brought him down quickly she could be sure and check on Chalos herself.
Velveteen auds perked upright, and before she knew it herself she was moving forward. The sound of Chalos’ bark echoing through her head, and filling her body with exhilaration. Suddenly her mind was clear, intent only on her predatory senses. The old buck lifted his head, and it seemed his attention was still on the Deor Dragga. He had barely enough time to turn his head and see the lean Nurse pouncing and taking him off balance.
A sickening crack that sent shivers through the Nurse’s body, his gimp leg had been severed from the pressure of his body and her own. She twisted her body, her teeth wrapping around his front leg, and she pierced through the skin and fur of this creature, the taste of blood beading on the hide of the herla filled her with pride as the snap of another leg resounded in her ears, deafening her to the rest of the herd. Her prey was incapacitated for the moment, he seemed to be in shock.
Once more her body shifted, and her fangs clamped around his throat, clamping down on his windpipe.
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Post by Mist on Jul 20, 2006 21:40:45 GMT -5
Seeing the Deor packlands deserted, Mist shakes herself as she suddenly remembers - the pack hunt, it is today, and the others must already be there. Turning northwards, the graceful, lithe grey fae takes off in a run towards the hunt, swiftly covering the landscape in long strides.
Reaching the designated hill, she stops short for a moment and swiftly looks around. A first she sees only the large herd of elk, and then she suddenly spies the dark shapes of hunting vargs closing in on them from all sides, two groups of two, and on one side, a lone fae. Her ears prick up sharply as she hears Chalos's bark, signaling the pack members to begin. In only a few short moments she takes all of this in, and then takes off once more, this time down the hill towards the others, determined not to miss the entire hunt.
She races towards the hunt, heading for Lucivar's side, having realized that the fae has no hunting partner. She keeps her eyes on her goal and watches as Civar takes down an old, but still majestic bull. Her heart starts thumping, more with excitement than anything as she sees her fellow pack members succeding in their goal.
((gah, sorry I'm so late! *pokes self and muse*))
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Post by Wolfbane on Jul 24, 2006 23:37:10 GMT -5
Cairo, Dak, Fang - SOMEONE post! This doesn't HAVE to be in order; we can skip someone's turn and I'm sure they'll forgive us. You need to RESPOND to your Dragga's actions. Activity has always been a Deor issue.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Jul 24, 2006 23:45:10 GMT -5
I haven't seen Cairo lately at all...and I don't know what to post since she is my partner in the Hunt. Especially since I was following her  . I'll try to go if no one els does though. I fixed it so I was actually posting with the right account XP |
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