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♧ 3-2-3 OC ♧

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The King tensed. The soul of a forming pack knew nothing about what he stood for. What the… Why? How do you not know what your King or leader craves? A flick and judgemental expression couldn't be hidden from the demon. He opened his mouth to retort, but decided to clamp his thoughts to himself.


Ravorn may very well be of little interest to him and Perdita if they don't even know what they stand for. Perhaps something he's discuss later with his wife. If he ever found her.


I.. I appreciate it. She must have not been here yet. The compliment felt foreign on his tongue. Everywhere he looked was a loss in his eyes. Exhausting it was. It wasn't the answer he was looking for. It wasn't this poor mans journey or weight to bear. Malakor knew he could push forward without the help of others. He done it once. He'd do it again.


I won't linger your lands long. I must keep on my toes to find her. Malakor bluntly cut the air, a dip of his head. Waiting to see if they'd retort or if they'd want him gone. If they had more to say, they could bring it up. Otherwise he'd spend his energy looking for her.  If you see her before I do, let her know I'm looking for her.

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