QUIXOTE : ̗̀➛ intro

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WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU NEED?

Kold, for all intents and purposes, did not know of ImperialHymns. To be honest, she didn't try to stay on top of who traded with who in this desert of maniacs. It seemed a little out of her job description. Though, perhaps she should get into the business of trade. Her moon-white base fur ruffled in the winds as she stopped, staring down the other. Without cover, Kold simply watched before speaking up. "How... how long have you been living here...ma'am...?" Kold winced as she put weight on her blackened paw, the wound that claimed the wrist joint healing, but improperly.

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO BE LIKE ME?

Kold Darcia Di Angelo - Marauder of The Pitt - 3 year, 8 months

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