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PAIN IN THE ASS
FREYA SANTOS
THE TYPHOON
BLACK MONGOOSE
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Freya often found herself traveling deeper within the jungle, past the homes of the Necro Mambas, even her own, and farther in where the sun was hardly able to break through the thick leaves of the clusters of trees. The serenity and silence made it a perfect area to practice her spells, it was also home to multitudes of the crystals and stones she required. As she approached her usual spot, she slipped her bag from around her and carefully removed her grimoire. Though it was many, many years old, the book still looked good as new, as if just pulled from the shelf, as was her need to keep her items well taken care of.
The sound of smaller footsteps reached her keen ears and they perked immediately in the direction, a brief whiff of the rustling wind alerting her that it was the young bengal she had been growing fond of, Goldenluxury. When the girl entered her sight with Lynn on her back, she offered a soft greeting and gentle smile. It seemed the youngster had a specific objective, given that Lynn had a basket around his neck.
[/td][/tr][/table]Freya often found herself traveling deeper within the jungle, past the homes of the Necro Mambas, even her own, and farther in where the sun was hardly able to break through the thick leaves of the clusters of trees. The serenity and silence made it a perfect area to practice her spells, it was also home to multitudes of the crystals and stones she required. As she approached her usual spot, she slipped her bag from around her and carefully removed her grimoire. Though it was many, many years old, the book still looked good as new, as if just pulled from the shelf, as was her need to keep her items well taken care of.
The sound of smaller footsteps reached her keen ears and they perked immediately in the direction, a brief whiff of the rustling wind alerting her that it was the young bengal she had been growing fond of, Goldenluxury. When the girl entered her sight with Lynn on her back, she offered a soft greeting and gentle smile. It seemed the youngster had a specific objective, given that Lynn had a basket around his neck.
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Freya - The Typhoon - Pain in the ass
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