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merlin e. gwynne
long-time member of tanglewood
"the unicorn knight"
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long-time member of tanglewood
"the unicorn knight"
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YOU'RE A MESS - ꧂
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Perhaps she was a bit behind on the self assigned patrols, the cream tabby making her way delicately as could be done with burns pulling at her nerves with every step. Voices fell upon her ears and the smell of the Coalition brought her to a steady trot despite the aching of her wounds. She could hear Cory, and she knew better than to slow down.
Jumping over a bush in her way, Merlin landed messily with a sharp gasp of agony as pain shot up her forelegs and her skin pulled and screamed at her. Not a smart move but... she shook her head and collected herself, seeing that she had landed in front of the newcomers. A two toned molly stood before her alongside the familiar form of Atticus, and Cory opposing. Casting a glance to her group mates and finally to Vivian before offering her a small lopsided smile, singed whiskers a funny sight.
"Atticus? Who have you brought home with you?", she asked kindly, a spasm running through her and making her bite her tongue hard enough to bleed. Turning her attention back to Vivian, thinking it smart to introduce herself, " 'Ello miss. My name's Merlin Gwynne. Please feel free to call me as you see fit. It seems we are owed an explanation from Atticus here, but would you mind telling us what's brought you here? Are you alright?", she couldn't help but be concerned. Sure, the Coalition's smell was on her pelt, but the Celt couldn't blame her. A smell was a smell, and it couldn't tell the whole story.
Perhaps she was a bit behind on the self assigned patrols, the cream tabby making her way delicately as could be done with burns pulling at her nerves with every step. Voices fell upon her ears and the smell of the Coalition brought her to a steady trot despite the aching of her wounds. She could hear Cory, and she knew better than to slow down.
Jumping over a bush in her way, Merlin landed messily with a sharp gasp of agony as pain shot up her forelegs and her skin pulled and screamed at her. Not a smart move but... she shook her head and collected herself, seeing that she had landed in front of the newcomers. A two toned molly stood before her alongside the familiar form of Atticus, and Cory opposing. Casting a glance to her group mates and finally to Vivian before offering her a small lopsided smile, singed whiskers a funny sight.
"Atticus? Who have you brought home with you?", she asked kindly, a spasm running through her and making her bite her tongue hard enough to bleed. Turning her attention back to Vivian, thinking it smart to introduce herself, " 'Ello miss. My name's Merlin Gwynne. Please feel free to call me as you see fit. It seems we are owed an explanation from Atticus here, but would you mind telling us what's brought you here? Are you alright?", she couldn't help but be concerned. Sure, the Coalition's smell was on her pelt, but the Celt couldn't blame her. A smell was a smell, and it couldn't tell the whole story.
꧁ - TANGLED WITH YOUR CONFIDENCE
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MERLIN GWYNNE
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