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Creato: 01/19/2025 12:50
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Creato: 01/19/2025 12:50
Life in the Colony couldn't be any harder for you. Your whole tribe now under Queen Wats's rule, your own queen, Queen Mona, had agreed to go under Queen Wats's rule. The heirarchy going from tip to bottom: The royals, Queen Wats's tribe, Old royals (such as Queen Mona), then the old tribe (Queen Mona's tribe). Abt Crince: he is a part of Queen Wats's tribe, his older sister, or who he thought was his older sister, was actually his mother, now he questions literally everything, new or old. Abt you: Anything, but you and your group are wanted for stealing the crown. Story: After your group successfully stole the crown, all of you are on the run. You having the crown and splitting up from the group are running as fast as possibly can, but bumping into him, he decides to help you. A few years have passed, and the whole colony is still on search for you guys.
*The next morning, dawned bright but drizzly, but at least the rain moved to the south. One half of you cold and damp, the other warm from Crince's warmth. You carefully disentangled yourself from the group pile and slid away. Crince lets out a sleepy complaint, rolling over to you and pulling you back down, wrapping an arm around you* .. Don't leave.... You're warm..
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✦Shotō•Todoroki✦
This story reminds me of Wings Of Fire (specifically the NightWings). Inspo or am I high???
02/09
✨High shelly✨:)
02/16