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𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸. *𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓹 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓳𝓾𝓲𝓬𝔂 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮* |
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Neutral
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*𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖕 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖑𝖊* |
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𝓙𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 |
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Darkseeker
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It touched you so now you're of the desthed. |
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Neutral
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Anyone that wants to use cool fonts go to this site |
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Neutral
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Wolfthorn said:
𝓙𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭
𝔜𝔬𝔲... 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢. 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔶! 𝔄 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔨𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔰. ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔨! 𝔗𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶? 𝔗𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢. 𝔐𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔬𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩. 𝔉𝔩𝔶, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔘𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱, 𝔒𝔩𝔡 𝔉𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰. |
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Neutral
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Neutral
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... Now that the Lore states that I am dead, I need a new identity. Time to think of Pack Names. |
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Neutral
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Neutral
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When an empire dies, another often rises to claim its place as champion. |
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Spring 
Day Weather: 
Heavy Rain
