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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 0:59:58 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola's honey brown eyes were focused calmly, mellowly, on her surroundings. She can hear the howls, and cries of the Primal Blood's members shifting off in the distance, not all that close, her ears pick up on it faintly though. Nola's currently sat in the back seat of her car, waiting just.. a glance at the time on her phone.. another five minutes, then she'll go. So, she sat, and waited for another few minutes. She felt the pull, the instincts to be where the more wolf part of her felt she should. The forest, of course. And she's not at all opposed to it, being a werewolf is her. It's who she is, and always will be. Glancing back down at her phone, two minutes passing oddly slow, but oddly fast as well. And with that, she let the feeling in. Welcomed.. in a way. Not dissuaded by the feeling of bones shifting, eyes glazing with hazel over brown, a layer of fur sprouting.. Nails sharpening to a near silver looking point, and jaw shifting to hold sharp, deadly teeth. And barley even moments later, Nola's perfectly sat in the back of her car, as a wolf. Her senses sharpen to near overwhelming, mind still perfectly clear. Looking down, she lifted a paw, flexing it, making a wolfish huff as she looked back up to her starkly open car window. As she does once, every full moon of the month, she lifts her paws onto the edges of the window.. and hops out, paws landing softly on the dewy dirt. Looking up at the full moon, eyes widening to take in the sight. Now.. she'll most likely spend the rest of the full moon keeping an eye on her little bit of territory. And probably sleeping. It depends on what happens first, because neither sound less pleasing than the other. |
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 27, 2023 1:02:14 GMT -5
(*Lazz enters the room*
Time to get Javalle's shift up and posted woohoo! Already typed up half of it on a separate document, so it shouldn't take too long. After that, I'll probably call it a night! We're doing this on the actual full moon so I'm really hyped!!)
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 27, 2023 1:19:56 GMT -5
Returning home later than he usually would on full moons, Javalle slammed the door much louder than intended. Or could that just be his senses acting up? He could hardly distinguish anything other than the ringing in his ears at this point and the desperate urge to bundle up for comfort. He already could feel his bones starting to ache, especially in the calves of his legs, which was an inevitable sign that they needed to find somewhere safe quickly.
After unclothing himself in the restroom, Javalle rushed to get the patterned quilt from his bed and covered himself up, shivering from cramps as he did so. At least the weight was somewhat comforting; Javalle often compared it to being a cocooned caterpillar, and in some time he would emerge as a butterfly ready to flutter off into the wild. Nature just had to take its course. He crouched down on all fours, heels planted firmly on the ground as he waited for the urge to transform take hold.
He didn’t have to wait long for the rush of adrenaline to catch up to them. His back stiffened with a sickening SNAP, nearly causing him to gag from the sudden impact. Now he remembered why he didn’t eat (or drink) anything for the day of his shift. A burning sensation in his gums occurred as fangs began to grow in, causing Javalle to wince uncomfortably. Deep breaths, he reminded himself as their sharpened nails dug into the wooden floor. Don’t make this any more painful than it needs to be. He had no clue how long it took him to remain clam, but afterwards a smoother metamorphosis followed. Densely packed hairs sprouted from his bare skin, whiskers picked up vibrations from every corner of the room, and his vision heightened as feline eyes adjusted to the darkness.
And, as soon as it started, he was finished. He was free.
(Going to write one more response as to how he gets into the forest, but you all are free to carry on!)
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 1:36:43 GMT -5
.' - Adeline Nicholson - '. Adeline had gone on break, after getting her shift switched the same night. Well, not really a break, mostly just a quick little stop to go to the bathroom.. because she felt terrible. Her hands were shaky, she felt like she was being watched- whispering?Shuddering, leaning against the sink, she looked up into the mirror.. and promptly flinched away. Eyes. Eyes.. hazel eyes. The fangs, exactly like earlier, like daggers, forcing through unwilling gums. And fur- grey fur, a ravenous growl, running under the moons call. And it.. spelt doom. And her ears were ringing, the growl echoing in her ears, her eyes reflecting a pitch, void like black in the mirror. And they're not hers-? And.. and- and.. Adeline could faintly hear.. begging. and she promptly blacked out. |
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 1:38:41 GMT -5
(Now for Nola, and her full moon adventures! And I love the detail of Javalle's and Jack's shifts! I went for Nola's being a clean, very smooth process, but I think next time I'll try and add a bit more detail .m.
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 27, 2023 1:41:38 GMT -5
(ADELINE, ADELINNNEE NOOOO WAKE UP!!)
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 1:42:45 GMT -5
(Oh, I'm so excited for what I have planned for her xD)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 1:49:11 GMT -5
It didn’t know how long it had been asleep for. It had woken up in the middle of unknown territory a while ago, daze and a bit sore. Wolves don’t normally sleep out in the open, so it was a miracle that it hadn’t been driven out or killed. The wolf limped forward as it continued to explore this bit of unknown land. The trees smelled so strongly of wolf and other creatures, but none had dared to make themselves known. Even with its injury, the wolf was ready to fight if a challenger approaches.
It sniffed another tree, this time it smelled like wolf and strangely enough, man-flesh. It let out a growl, the urge to hunt growing stronger. Hopefully it could track something.
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 1:54:32 GMT -5
(Oh poor Adeline ;-; )
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 27, 2023 2:01:44 GMT -5
(Jack is gone oh no he is all wolf now
Javalle: *chuckles* I'm in danger!
Feel free too drop him, or "it" by Javalle's place! Maybe Jack's too dazed to care about scent boundaries idk, but I figure it's be really interesting for Jack to hunt down his coworker)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 2:03:55 GMT -5
(It would make for the most awkward day back oh my god)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 27, 2023 2:04:05 GMT -5
(I'll let a few more posts go by for a bit before posting about the ambush. Gonna try to make it a big one)
Delvin takes a few deep breathes to prepare himself for the shift. He had done this hundreds of time but every full moon his nerves would get to him. What if something went wrong or he had to fight one of his packmates? What if humans got involved. He shudders as he remembers the Newman incident or the Carmikes.
Let me free! We must lead our pack! Delvin closes his eyes knowing he couldn't think about that right now. He needed to get out there. What happened was in the past. He allowed his body to change, skin turned into fur and his bones bent quickly changing to take the form of a wolf. When he opened his eyes, he was on all four paws and his wolf had partially taken over. He howled once more before racing off to find the others.
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 2:08:12 GMT -5
(So excited for that)
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 27, 2023 2:21:06 GMT -5
The first noise Javalle picked up with his much more acute hearing was the various howls and cries of the creatures now free to roam the woods. He figured the wolf pack was doing their monthly hunt at the moment, as they traditionally did. The lynx couldn't be bothered by it one bit since they typically held their territory to themselves. Wriggling out from their "cocoon", he dragged the quilt out with his teeth to the front door, huffing from the effort. All his senses begged to get outdoors, and this shut door wasn't helping him get anywhere. Carefully, he reared up on two paws and unhooked the door's hatch before nudging it open.
A cacophony of sounds and scents awaited him from the cabin porch, especially the enticing rustle of prey in the overgrowth. He continued to drag the heavy blanket from his home and plopped it down on the porch. He lazily drew one oversized paw behind his ear and gave it a good scratch, then kneaded the quilt intently to make sure it was optimal for resting once he was done exploring. And with that, the restless sensation took over. Javalle raced towards the endless forest beyond. It was time to go out and be wild.
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 27, 2023 2:21:44 GMT -5
(Sleepy time for me! Can't wait to read everything in the morning!!)
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 2:23:51 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola's four paws walked a mellow pace on ever familiar ground. Scents of familiar things, the leaves, the dirt, her family and her own scent mingled somewhat with the forest. It was easy to tell when she got close to the borders the scent's stronger.. but dimmer in a clashing fashion. Nola's tasked herself with making sure this little select area of territory is safe, watched over. Her dark form is elegant as keen hazel eyes keep a steady watch. She barely eats, and never hunts, during full moons. It makes keeping control easier. And Nola's not a particular fan of quite a few things on the full moon. While she's able to keep control near perfectly.. tonight, she has to worry more. There could be rogue shifters, like not even more than two weeks before. And during a full moon? Who knows what could happen. Nola paces for a while, huffing a wolfish sound at a squirrel risking it's life around a wolf for an acorn. Nature, and it's inhabitants, lovely little things. Flexing her paws, spine bowing for a moment before she's back straight up, as much as a wolf can be. After a decent enough time, enough for her more stronger instincts to protect to settle, she sighs. There's still a whole night to go, but at least nothing unexpected as appear just yet. Maybe she'll get a smooth, mellow day today compared to the last few weeks? |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 2:47:58 GMT -5
It ended up being frustrated when the wolf could track down man to hunt. It left out a huff, not that it would have been successful anyway. For how much bravado it put up when the prospect of fighting was presented, hunting was an entirely different story. With its injured leg, there was no way it could be fast enough. It had this injury for as long as it could remember, but it still wasn’t used to it. At least it had managed to creep up on a rabbit, which it been consuming for awhile now, looking up every now and then to make sure no other predator steals from it.
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 27, 2023 5:01:28 GMT -5
++ Charlemagne Cross-- The itch was more like an inexorable pull now, centered somewhere deep in his chest and rippling out through his very being. Charlemagne's skin felt too small. He tried to keep still but his muscles would occasionally jump with the innate urge to be active- moved and used in ways unnatural to a human being. His freshly shaven jaw was pulled taut, lengthening teeth clenched as he slowly and methodically went about ensuring that he had everything he needed for the night ahead. The Alpha's family had planned well, as they usually did, and there wasn't much threat of permanent injury but he refused to allow himself to be lax with his precautions. Charlemagne closed the lids of the containers he'd been sifting through and lifted them from his trunk. A large first aid kit- a more advanced one than what could be found at the local grocery store- a basket of soft items, and a cooler containing the medicinal teas he likes to drink even as an animal. Bruno had been at his side not too long ago to help with the items but he shooed him off to be with his friends. He preferred to be alone when he shifted and he was already running late, in a sense. The night is filled with howls and bays both preceding and following Delvin's booming voice originating from the clearing somewhere beyond the thick copse of trees. He internally flinches at the unrestrained joy in them, but is more upset by the fact that he feels a similar sound building up in his aching throat. He has to remind himself not to grind his teeth, stiffly locking the car and moving further into the moonlit forest.
Charlemagne will be on standby closer to the newly shifted. He avoids hunting and sees no point in socializing. And so, his time is best spent monitoring the status of those who would have a more difficult time than he. The distance that would take an ordinary human an hour to cover is trivialized in minutes, and he slows his trot once he detects movement and the scent of various shifters up ahead. Charlemagne stakes out a spot within a safe distance from them and places his belongings on a prominent stump within a claustrophobic triplet of trees. His expression is grim and his hands shake as he carefully pours out tea into a large shallow bowl and shakes out his faded gray blanket. Even alone he prefers to cover himself when he shifts, disliking the sight of his bones being rearranged and carefully maintained hands morphing into large paws.
He hasn't shifted since the last full moon and predictably, it is just as painful and distressing as he remembers. The only relief exists within his mind. Even as his breathing grows labored and ragged, bones snapping like branches and blood rushing through elongating ears, he clings to the memory of counting raindrops as they dripped off his umbrella on that day.
'Breathe in, hana dul, breathe out set neht-'
Charlemagne shudders as the familiar ache settles in his bones. The blanket slips off of his silvery fur, and he carefully lifts it with his teeth to drape over the items behind him. As a coyote he can't quite hide his distress in the way that his ears lie flat and his tail half-wraps around a hindleg, yet there is still something freeing that inspires him to whip in a circle and prance a bit before he can catch himself.
He shakes his head with a huff and spares a moment for annoyance before bringing himself back to his original goal. His role has already been explained and introduced to the new shifters, but he still needs to make an appearance so that they do not have more reason to be on edge on the night of their first shift. Much as he'd like to be a wallflower, he can't exactly spend the night lurking in the shadows. Drinking the carefully brewed tea further settles his mind, and Charlemagne paces around his belongings to surround them with his scent before starting off into a forest that is somehow much more vibrant and inviting than when he first entered.
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++ Zhenya Metaxas -- "C'mon, Teo! You love this part!" There's a breathy laugh embedded in the next words he sings, "When you let me in, then I want to go out! I'm always on the wrong side of every door ♫ As soon as I get home, then I like to get about ♪ I like to lie in the bureau drawer~!" His euphonious voice blends with the howls in their forest backdrop but doesn't fall below them, much to Zinoviy's horror. Zhenya dances as he sings along to the music streaming from the phone on his belt, turning the removal of his satchel into a spinning move that would smack his brother in the face with it if the other shifter didn't grab the strap just in time. He then uses it to tug Zhenya closer at a staggering speed and attempts to wrap it around his neck as a makeshift garotte. The younger twin continues to sing as he smoothly evades the third murder attempt of the night- but promptly trips over a large root that protrudes from the ground. He goes down with a high-pitched yelp and turns to protect his phone at the cost of slamming his elbow into the tree trunk.
Music continues to play as he sits up with a laugh, fangs flashing in the silvery light. The full moon makes him giddy even before a shift, and not even Zinoviy's contrarian attitude can bring him down.
"For the last time- We don't need 'theme music' to shift!" They're definitely close to one, that growl was guttural.
"It's tradition!" Zhenya insists, reaching up to accept the hand that his brother offers only to be tricked by a swat on the skull instead. "Ach! You know assaulting an officer is a crime!" He has to dodge another swing as he hops to his feet, brushing mulch and leaf litter from his clothes. Tonight it's just a comfy rose-colored sweater- long stolen from Teo- and gray sweatpants because he'd hate to get his nice clothes dirty. The other weretiger is already continuing along their little known path and Zhenya has to trot to keep up. "I asked what you wanted tonight and you said something cat-themed!"
"No, I said that if you must-"
"And I must~"
"-then Berceuses du Chat would be tolerable!"
Zhenya taps his shoulder with two fingers to indicate a shrug. "All I heard was Cats~" This isn't true, he just hates clarinets.
Zinoviy sighs. There's a lot in that weighty sound. It promises that he'll likely be mauled for the 'mistake' later. For some reason Teo thinks it's cheesy and 'unseemly' re: embarassing that Anya likes to really lean in on the feline nature of his being a shifter. But it's fun and what would he be if not a cat? Of a sort. "Turn that off, please."
"'kay~"
They're coming up on the rest of the Primal Bloods anyway. Zhenya likes to mingle briefly with everyone before they go tiger and run amuck. He's still a bit prickly in his other form but he doesn't want to truly isolate himself from his packmates. Zinoviy remains his stoic shadow as he drifts between groups and individuals alike, exclaiming over the food and complimenting the drummers' rhythm. He doesn't have long to socialize before Delvin announces the true start of the festivities and the moon is serenaded with the exuberant sounds of various shifters.
Zhenya cheerfully bids farewell to those streaming from the clearing before doing the same in another direction. Now he's free to move at a more inhuman speed, whipping through the trees and deftly avoiding obstacles with careless grace. It isn't long before Teo is at his side- and then a large ivory-furred tiger that veers to run him off course. He shouts with laughter, jumping aside and rolling down a grassy embankment. Lying on his back while the predator lurks in the treeline, Zhenya perfunctorily removes his phone from the holster at his waist to place it in his satchel and lazily tosses it into the tree above him. That done, the next step is easy. He shifts often, and so the transition is a smooth and welcome one. He rises on four paws and arches his back in a leonine stretch before shaking his thick alabaster fur to really 'settle' into his new skin.
Zinoviy picks his way down to him and flicks his tail against the younger's forehead before continuing on further into the territory they've 'claimed'. He must have already caught a scent. Always straight to business with that one. Zhenya wants to play a little but he supposes a meal is good too. They're so large that they have to limit their fresh kill intake for the sake of the pack and the local wildlife, so a hunt is always a treat. Nothing like fresh venison that you've caught with your own jaws~
He chuffs and bumps shoulders with the larger tiger, head raised to search for whatever they're meant to be targeting. Wolf is the most prominent scent right now, but it should lessen the further they travel.
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 27, 2023 5:05:06 GMT -5
[ Oh my, sorry that I missed so much! No lie, I was walking home tonight and was admiring the full moon before realizing "it's the full moon!" And had to hurry along with this post lol
Also- I just remembered that the twins are actually meant to be more involved with the plot because they were part of the rogue group in the first place ^^"
Soo I'll make an effort to be more involved as we go on with that!
Loving everyone's posts as always~
Oh, and belated but I hope everyone had a happy holiday! I don't celebrate so I forgot to mention it ^^" ]
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 14:11:59 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola's attention was shifted from a slight curiosity of what she's planning for tomorrow.. to an odd scent. Alarm bells instantly went off in her head, growling at her to take some sort of action. It.. was an unfamiliar scent of a shifter. A werewolf at that, in her territory. Nola's paws were delicate on the dirt, keeping quiet, ears tilting flat against her head as she lowered to the ground, stalking towards where the scent led her. That.. is not good. Most shifters know what.. a shifter with little control looks like. But this specific shifter brings back a few bad memories of shifters with zero control. Her dark snout takes a cautious sniff, picking up the scent. It's slightly familiar. But the main scent.. was the iron-tinge of bloody rabbit, and frustration. |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 14:33:10 GMT -5
After finishing striping the last of the meat from the rabbit bones, the wolf sat back licking its chops. Blood and scraps of rabbit fur clung to its snout. It sniffed the air, hoping to pick up the scent of something else it could sink its teeth into. It suddenly tensed. A gray ear flicked as it the sound of a twig snapped, signaling the arrival of something. After giving the air another sniff, a low growl grew from deep within its throat.
The scent of another wolf.
Well, if it thinks it can have the rest of its rabbit carcass, then it had another thing coming!
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 14:45:46 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola's nose twitched as her back paw landed a tad oddly, miss stepping. She glanced up with narrow, hazel eyes, gaze landing right on the other shifter. Her ears tilted slightly at the other's growl, their glinting teeth visible. Nola rose carefully, calculatedly shifting her paws, giving them a curious, inviting, and extremely cautious look. Her paws are ready to run if need be. She huffed, letting out a quiet, 9inqusitive sound. They're on her territory.. and they're loose, and this might just be the rogue shifter they've been looking for. If that is indeed the case, it'd probably be a good idea to let the Primal Bloods know, and get help to deal with them. Nola's hackles were fully raised, but she kept calm. From what she can tell, they're completely at a loss with their control.. which means they might not even know what they're doing. They're of no ill intent. Possibly. Which also might been keeping them occupied until they shift once again into a human in the morning.. or- well. Getting a dose of wolfsbane in her car, and injecting them with it. She could shift back to grab it, but she doesn't currently want to be in her human form against this shifter. Especially if this is the one doing all this damage..but- no, no they might not be. Their culprit is smart, sane. In control. Mostly anyhow. This one.. is only the animal, not a lick of human left. That's simultaneously good, and bad. |
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 14:46:41 GMT -5
(I absolutely love the difference! It's actually super interesting to think of a shifter with little to no control, against a shifter who's basically just a human brain in a wolf- xD)
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 14:50:00 GMT -5
(AH! Side note, feel free to let Jack attack Nola. I'm down to see what happens if she gets a bit injured .m.)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 15:01:52 GMT -5
The wolf’s pale blue eyes narrowed and the growl rose higher. It made its stance wider, hovering over its scrap of prey. Blood still dripping from its snout. It tried to look as threatening as possible, but when it attempted to adopt a more aggressive position, its injured back left leg wavered a bit. No matter. It need to show the other wolf that it may be her territory, but the rabbit bones were its prey.
It held its head up high, curled its lips back, and bared its teeth. A clear sign of aggression.
Back off! My prey!
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 15:03:46 GMT -5
(Yeah, this is fun! If I make Jack fight, more than willing to let him lose and let a flash humanity shine through for a moment)
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 15:07:52 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '.
Nola's ears perked at their heightening growl, and their stance. She tried to come off as non threatening as possible, tail low, and slightly between her legs, and speaking of legs.. did theirs waver? Hm. She kept her hazel eyes wide, but stern. They're more protective of their prey than anything.. but if they don't care about being on another shifter's territory uninvited- well, that's not particularly good, since they might take that as being allowed to go anywhere without repercussion. Nola's paws shifted just a tinge, eyes narrowing as she looked them over. She only showed a tinge of her teeth, sharp like little daggers. She might be smaller.. but she's more experienced, and less feral. This time, even if going for non threatening.. she supposes it'd be better of they stayed here rather than running off to hunt somewhere else. So she tilts her head in a slightly inviting manner, a 'welcome' of sorts onto her territory. No telling what they might do though, so she's prepared for an attack. |
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 27, 2023 15:21:06 GMT -5
(Hello hello what do we have here-)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 15:21:40 GMT -5
(Oooh after they fight, maybe Nola acts like a babysitter and Jack lets her follow him around while still going feral)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 15:23:02 GMT -5
(Hello hello what do we have here-) (Wolf crimes) |
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