when the fir needles fall // return

[adventure.]

jerisidie - the king !

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attention turning back to the other hellhound, the smaller male grinned widely and warmly, dipping his head in response, "it's wonderful to be back. truly. ah, the pleasure is mine, Fourth wall. would one of you care to catch me up on what happened? ah, i wish that sick s.o.b. stryker would show his face. even better to learn if he got knocked from his pedestal as ardent.", he murmured, dipping his head in pleasant greeting before straightening with a smile on his scarred maw.

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tags - white hellhound - the pitt