➵ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 〣 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

My gallery · by **multicurious** » Tue Apr 28, 2020 7:51 am

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"Those who see war never stop seeing it."
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long ago, when men were young and dragons were already old, humans and drag
ons coexisted together in relative harmony, but apart. humans lived together in
tribes and villages, while dragons, more often than not, lived alone, as they we
re solitary creatures. drakon, the dragons’ god-king and rumored to be the first
dragon, was adamant that the two races should help each other. so, when the h
uman tribes came together to form their kingdom, drakon proposed an alliance
to the rulers of that age. the pact was made and a sacred truce called the “dra
gon-king unity”, or the “dovahjunaav” in the dragon tongue, was created. for
millennia, dragons and humans lived in peace. human soldiers would even befri
end dragons to ride into battle together. eventually, however, all good things m
ust end. drakon had many offspring, the youngest of which was vyklade. he beli
eved that dragons deserved to rule over the humans.

he formed an uneasy alliance with a human dark mage, called narion, who
didn't trust the dragons, and they formed a plan, and when drakon met w
ith the human royals, they executed it. they had used dark magic to crea
te a potent poison that would kill drakon and the human king, and when t
hey sat down to dine, they fell dead on the table. citizens everywhere we
re shocked and upset by their leader’s death, and turned on each other. v
yklade was quick to point out that drakon died of poison in the human cas
tle while on a diplomatic mission, while narion claimed drakon attacked t
he king. naturally, the humans thought they had been betrayed, and the
dragons felt the same. both races declared war, a war that they’ve been
fighting for over 1500 years now. at this time, it’s merely a fight for surv
ival. ____ _______ _______ _______ _______ _______ ____--------___ ______

My gallery · by **multicurious** » Tue Apr 28, 2020 8:04 am

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01)) all cs rules apply here, please make sure to follow them at all times.
02)) please try to use correct grammar and punctuation.
03)) you may have as many characters as you can handle.
04)) at least a good paragraph per post please. i understand writers block.
05)) please post all forms and ooc on the discussion thread.
06)) drama/violence/romance all encouraged, pm me for plot ideas.
07)) anyone who wants to be a human royal needs to read the misc. post.
08)) while not required, it's recommended to join our discord server.

09)) be active. let me know if you're going away for a while.
10)) keep even sides, don't want too many of either dragons or humans if possible.
11)) keep signatures disabled on the main/discussion thread.
12)) no seriously injuring or killing another character without permission.
13)) no powerplaying or perfect characters.
14)) dragons and humans are allowed powers. don't be op.
15)) humanoid characters other than humans are allowed, just remember the plot.
16)) put the word 'drakon' in the other part of your form to prove you read this.

My gallery · by **multicurious** » Tue Apr 28, 2020 8:20 am

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xxx 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒

the queen

lirian grays .. 43 .. female

royal children 1/2

draven grays .. 21 .. male

open .. age .. sex

the general (0/1)

open .. open .. open

the captain (1/1)

vicas bishop .. 45 .. male

the soldiers

askari nevara .. 25 .. female

tamlin phoenix .. 21 .. male

akira nolan .. 22 .. female

open .. age .. sex

other ( 0/7 )

morrigan adulese .. appears 28 .. female

kai eyrikdotir .. appears 20's .. female

moolettia .. 23 .. female

tick-tock .. unknown .. male

kris saeueng .. appears 20's .. male

open .. age .. sex

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xxx 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒 ( 2/8 )

vrhaemar .. ~950,000,000 .. male

evagelina .. 1,043 .. female

aldara .. 20,629 .. female

akuji .. 30,794 .. male

cellis .. 1,030 .. female

fera .. 240,000 .. male

quethnaak .. 2,850 .. male

maelstrom .. 13,008 .. male

xxx 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒 ( 2/8 )

open .. age .. sex

xxx 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒 ( 2/8 )

open .. age .. sex

My gallery · by **multicurious** » Tue Apr 28, 2020 8:22 am

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𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

secret of the grays family. early on in the grays bloodline,
the blood of dragons got mixed in. whether it was by magic or
love is unknown. ever since then, the descendants of the fami
ly have had the ability to take a dragon form. make no mistak
e, though. this family is human, which makes having this abili
ty hard to accept in these times. it should come as no surprise
that it is a very closely kept secret. at the moment, the queen
is the only one aware of her unique bloodline and powers.

magos academy of the arcane. mostly known as
"the academy" by the majority of its students, it's the official
and most widely-known institute of magical education in pire
nne. anyone who becomes a student is branded with a "unicur
sal hexagram" to mark that they are a mage. when a person is
expelled from the Academy, another brand is burned over the
original to warn of their dishonor. it takes extreme acts of rule
-breaking to be expelled, such as violence against your fellows
or dabbling in dark arts.

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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒

dragon ages. dragons are immortal unless killed. here are the
basic dragon growth stages you need to know about.|juvenile:
1 - 999 (they can grow and learn to fly during these years but
are still basically powerless.)|adolescent: 1,000 - 4,999 (keep
growing and powers start to develop.)|young adult: 5,000 -
9,999 (still growing, powers are mostly developed.)|adult:
10,000 - 999,999 (basically in the prime of their life, reach full
size.)|elder: 1,000,000 - and so on|dragons cannot grow lar
ger than 40ft.|dragons also have the ability to shift into a human
form.

draconic translator. for your amusement, immersion,
and to fill space on this page, here is a draconic tra
nslator that i like to use. it's, of course, optional as most
dragons can speak the common tongue(unless you don't
want yours to, that's perfectly fine.) not every word in
the dictionary is in this translator, so you may have to
compromise if you choose to use it.

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𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐀

other fauna in pirenne. being a diverse land, pirenne is home to a wide array of wildlife,
mundane and mythical alike. you have deer, boars, caribou, elk, moose, wolves,
bears, and the occasional herd of wild horses. mythical animals in pirenne include
a variety of griffon species, unicorns, phoenixes, pegasi, and the incredibly violent
manticore. mythical creatures are all rare, with unicorns and phoenixes being the
most rare. griffons are less rare, and very diverse from small feline/bird species
to large ones.

My gallery · by **multicurious** » Tue Apr 28, 2020 8:23 am

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𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄

here is a list of deities put into the rp. it is completely up to you if your character is religious.
01.. svanta, goddess of the sky.
02.. dosfanith, god of the oceans.
03.. edaar, god of earth and stone.
04.. ixen, goddess of fire.
05.. zinmoro, god of duty and honor.
06.. irisva, goddess of healing and light.
07.. lekil, god of sickness and death.

08.. kelonik, goddess of strategy and scholars
09.. caesin, goddess of forests and wildlife.
10.. welun, god of the moon.
11.. siksta, godess of the sun.
12.. faraan, god of the harvest and wealth.
13.. keinzind, god of warfare and triumph.
14.. drakon, father of all dragons.

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𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒

peacetime peacetime is a holiday set around yule, in the middle
of winter. it lasts two days, and is based around the remembr
ance of the time before the war. soldiers in the army who are
able to go home can, but those who are unable to return hold
their own celebration in their own time, wherever they are.
families of fallen soldiers can create altars to remember them
by. villages from around pirenne(especially the capital) do a fl
oating lantern event like the thing from tangled and the lights
festival. it's away for families to reach out to soldiers who can't
come home.

the harvest festival. the harvest festival is celebrated
near the end of autumn, when the trees begin to lose their leaves.
it lasts a week, and is dedicated towards preparing for the winter.
festivals are held throughout all of pirenne, with celebrations like
games, hunting parties, and baking competitions. beware, though,
because dragons have been known to attempt to sabotage this joyous
occasion.

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𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

the roleplay has started.

now accepting forms, to be posted on the discussion thread.

DISCUSSION THREAD

DISCORD SERVER

My gallery · by **multicurious** » Fri May 08, 2020 2:08 pm

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pirenne is a widespread land with a diverse climate, full of temperate deciduous
forests, snowy taigas, frozen tundras, and expansive mountain ranges. spring is the
most bountiful season with transformations and changes in everything. this is a tim
e of melting snow, flowing streams and blooming willow. nature returns to life after
long winter hibernation: forests put on gorgeous green leaves and fruit trees and sh
rubs are covered with pleasing to the eye blossoms and sweet fragrances that sprea
d with help from a cool breeze. summer has pleasant warm weather and is a time f
or the ripening of vegetables and other agricultural greenery. by the end of the sum
mer, all leaves lose their bright colors and take on dark green and brown tints. grass
turns yellow and ripened wheat, rye, and barley crop are harvested. in autumn, tree
s turn a warm gold in color. leaves change to yellow, gold, red, and fulvous. when th
e trees start losing their leaves, the autumn harvest is celebrated, meaning that all
harvest is gathered and all preparations for the coming winter are finished. the wint
ers in pirenne are frigid and harsh. the cold is often accompanied by generous amou
nts of ice and snow that are dropped on the land by frequent winter storms.

it is currently;
(X) Winter--------------------() Morning
() Spring---------------------(X) Afternoon
() Summer-------------------() Evening
() Fall------------------------() Night

01)) isarania, commonly known as "the capital" to pirenne's humans,
is exactly what it sounds like: the capital of the human kingdom.
02)) the drakespyre highlands are an immense mountain
range that is exclusively home to dragons. they are guarded by
a seemingly impenetrable magical windstorm that only a dragon
can navigate through.
03)) the hissing pastures, named for the sound the grass
makes when the wind blows through it, is a wide range of grass
land in the middle of the forest. it's a popular hunting ground
for both humans and dragons, leading the two factions to come
into conflict over it.
04)) the dragons call this lake "vulon viin", which
translates to the common tongue as "night shine". this is becau
se of the near-perfect reflection of the night sky that appears
in the water when the day ends. humans visit this lake less oft
en than the dragons due to how close it is to the drakespyre
highlands.
05)) this lake is called the icecap lagoon. it's very
close to a snowy taiga and tundra, and is often frozen.
06)) the frozen wastes, a biome full of ice, snow, and
glacier mountains, are home to nothing but tundra animals
and the hardiest of snow-adapted dragons.

My gallery · by **FLYBOY** » Sat May 09, 2020 3:15 pm

ＢＩＳＨＯＰ

▰ location; capitol city - tavern.
▰ tags; open.

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Nowhere in Pirenne could truly be considered safe. But if anywhere in the land could stake a claim to that title, it would be Isarania.
Situated on the far southwestern coast, the human capitol enjoyed an uneasy sense of security behind its towering walls. As the home of the queen and the centrepiece of human civilization, it was too invaluable to lose, and housed whatever troops the royal army could spare from the front lines, making it heavily-stocked with warriors ready to defend it on short notice. As a port city, the ocean at its back providing escape routes, fishing, and a steady supply chain from trading ships rendered it largely resistant to siege. Conveniently, it also provided them with a makeshift barricade from dragon attacks on that front - there were precious few of the creatures known for their agility underwater.
Isarania was so deeply fortified within human lands that among dragons and humans alike, common knowledge said that attacking it would be daring and foolhardy, and any dragons would be shot down if they tried.

But that didn’t mean it never happened.
Young, bold dragons, eager to make a name for themselves and too young to know better, would venture far from their homelands to terrorize the capitol at times. They set fire to buildings and crops outside the city walls, they sent the human residents screaming through the streets - but ultimately, they were all either driven away or shot out of the sky by ballistae before any significant damage could be done.
So the civilians here enjoyed a relatively peaceful life. The city was crowded and busy, streets full of colorful markets and merchants hawking their wares, as joyful song and music and the smells of cooking food drifted from the taverns and bakeries that seemed to occupy every street corner. At times, the war felt like nothing more than a distant rumor, murmured about in low voices over tankards of spiced mead.

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That was how it started, at first. Nothing but a rumor, easily scoffed at and dismissed. But this one just kept spreading.
They say… I heard… She told me…
An army of dragons…! Two lost dragons… One really, really big dragon…
Coming to fight us! Coming to burn the city down! Coming to eat us!
Over the course of several days, the entire city had worked itself into a nervous, excited stir, the usual illusion of safety tainted only a little by those quiet undertones that something was headed their way.

Vicas, for one, thought it was a load of horse dung.
Yes, there had been reports from army scouts stationed far to the east. Hell, he had read the reports himself, when the carrier birds arrived. But they relayed little of import - only that there were dragons flying towards the capitol.

“Flying this way,” he sneered under his breath, pacing the top of the city walls. That didn’t mean anything. There were still leagues between there and here - they could veer off at any time, flapping on their merry way to go hunt or burn down some remote farmer’s town no one would care about because the poor souls living there weren’t considered nearly important enough to justify marching the army’s forces all the way out there on such short notice. No, of course they would order his forces to immediately retreat to the capitol, like an elderly noblewoman clutching her pearls at the first sign of any distasteful behavior.

It was all paranoia, Vicas thought, propping an armored elbow against the battlements as he leaned on the sturdy stone and stared, scowling, off into the middle distance. No dragons to be found there. Just grey skies and a drizzling rain that wandered lazily into the city like fog. He wanted to be out there, traversing the hostile mountains that were now veiled from him by the bad weather. He wanted to be fighting, doing the job he was being paid for, and claiming the glory of even more dragons slain under his command.

But here he was, playing babysitter to a bunch of nervous townsfolk and dainty nobles.
The time in the city had been nice, at first. A bed that was slightly softer than solid rock, fresh food, and the company of the pretty women and men he met in the taverns every evening had kept Bishop happy for a while. But all too soon he tired of it, and all too soon that restless itch was back, goading him on to leave this place and pursue the fight elsewhere. The animosity between him and the men under his command didn’t help, either - he knew some of them mistrusted him, he caught those sidelong glances at the mercenary crest he bore. Vicas was never one to let himself get caught up in the things other people thought about him, but putting up with their icy attitudes was beginning to wear down his patience.

It wasn’t even his responsibility to watch over the city walls, but he had taken to pacing the battlements in the times between his duties when sheer boredom left him with nothing else to do. At this point, he was almost hoping to spot dragons flying towards them - the possibility of the death and destruction dragons wrought paled in comparison to the possibility of a good battle and an even better victory.

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That incessant drizzling rain was beginning to soak through his cloak by the time Vicas made his way back down from the battlements. He still had little to do; his only responsibility for now was to keep his soldiers out of trouble, and to wait. Hardly his most glorious assignment, and one made all the more infuriating by the fact that he didn’t have the luxury of going about his ordinary life and pretending none of this was happening, the way the farmers and merchants did - he had no ordinary life to go back to.

But he did have the promise of a warm fire and a strong drink, which was where he headed now, drawing his fur-trimmed cloak a little tighter around his broad shoulders to fend off the chill. The nearest tavern beckoned to him with a wide-open door that spilled warm light out across the cobblestones, just begging him to step inside, and who was he to resist? Bishop knew some of his soldiers tended to haunt this place when they were off-duty, as it was so close to their barracks within the city; maybe he would even encounter some of the more tolerable ones in there, if he was lucky, and make good enough conversation to make the time pass at least a little more quickly. So the captain lowered his hood as he stepped inside, pausing at the doorway to take in the scene and see if he could spot any faces he knew.

My gallery · by **Graveyard_Melodies** » Sat May 09, 2020 3:54 pm

𝒜𝓀𝒾𝓇𝒶 𝒩𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓃

♥Location; Capitol city, Tavern
♥Tags; none/open
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It wasn't often Akira found herself in the city's tavern; coming here was so seldom for her. However, there were some situations that called for a drink...and this was one of those situations. Of course, she'd heard the whispers, all the gossip and small-talk about the dragons. Some words had even been spoken to her personally from a scared citizen; to which she quickly shut down the rumors they had spewed to her, being the soldier that she is. Did she believe these rumors? Honestly...she didn't know. There was a lot of panic surrounding them, it made her head spin. Hopefully, a spot of alcohol would help ease her confusion; or at least help her forget about it for awhile.

So, there she was, sat at a rather rickety table towards the more secluded corners of the tavern. Akira sat with her chin in the palm of her hand, letting out a heavy breath through her nose as she waited for her drink to be served to her by a bar-maid, left alone with nothing but her thoughts; it made her look a bit spaced out. She'd hoped no one she really knew was around so she didn't have to face the reality of explaining as to why she was in the tavern.

This post feels so lack luster rip

My gallery · by **multicurious** » Tue May 12, 2020 9:59 am

(better post on pg. 2)

My gallery · by **InfiresAddiction** » Tue May 12, 2020 11:26 am

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Location ➵ Capitol city,,,, Tavern | Tags ➵ Vicas | Mentions ➵
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Dry leaves rustled quietly as a large figure slid through the bushes, powerful muscles moving underneath blackish skin. Large fuzzy ears twitched as branch tips tickled them. A looming mass, nearly the size of an elephant traveled through the undergrowth, wide silver eyes sweeping back and forth. Bird calls rang from the trees as the feathered creatures, alerted by this strange creature took to the air, letting out shrill cries of warning. Said eyes followed the terrified avians with slight interest, a faint shadow of disdain lurking within as the large beast internally ridiculing them. It wasn't like they'd even make a mouthful, so they had nothing to worry about. The traveler had an agenda, anyways.

The thick forest melted away after a while, long brittle grass replacing the layers of dead leaves. Stepping out into the weak winter sun, an abnormally large cat-like creature shook out its fur. A panther, perhaps? Whiskers twitched as the large nagual scented the air before continuing on his way. He had a destination, but he was in no hurry to get there, leisurely trotting through the grass. He'd been traveling back and forth between the Highlands and Isarania for years, making a living from both worlds. He was a mercenary of sorts, but he owed his loyalty and allegiance to no one. He went by Kris in human tongue but had his own birth name in the language that only the nagualli spoke. Despite human appearances, naguals were never accepted as humans, often getting raided and sometimes even hunted. Kris resented humans for this, but he was once as weak and pitiful as one until he had received his life link. Having been the offspring of powerful practitioners of magic, and a blooming user himself, he had been chosen to be linked to a panther, a rare and beautiful beast by nagual standards. Great cats were indeed not for the average nagual.

Being such a large animals had its advantages, but also its disadvantages. Kris couldn't climb trees, it was hard to sneak around, and when he stepped on thorns, he often had to wait until he came across someone who could remove it from his enormous paws. Many people assumed he was dangerous in battle, which he was, but he was also a moving target. Despite surprising agility for his size, he couldn't dodge an arrow or such unless he used magic, which is hard when he was trying to fight other people. He'd been in enough battles, both as a human and panther, fighting for humans and dragons alike. Anyone who paid him the most would retain his services until their time ran out. Surely it would be easier to just stick with one side, but Kris disliked them both equally. Dragons were as inconsiderate as humans were greedy. Now Kris wasn't any better, helping someone and then betraying them to help another, but it was justified in Kris' mind. He was working for a living, allowing humans and dragons to use him as a tool in their pitiful war.

At the moment, Kris was heading for the Capital, picking up speed as he neared it. He was here for a reason, which was to make money. He had a house in a village not far from the outskirts of the Capital a house at the edge of the Hissing Pasture. No one tired to go into his house, saying it was cursed, which it indeed was. Since Kris didn't know how to cast curses, he'd had an old nagual friend of his cast the curse before the nagual disappearing. It wasn't a horrible curse, just a little surprise for anyone who dared to step too close to his home. He even had a large territory around his house, but was very lenient about trespassers. It wasn't like dragons respected it anyways.

Kris came to a halt as he neared the outskirts of Isarania, deciding it was time to take his human form. If the humans saw him, they'd surely be scared. The last thing he needed was another lynch mob at his tail. He called forth his human body, switching in mid step, making a slight rustling sound as he did so. Even in human form, Kris was exceptionally large. He wore comfortable clothes and a satchel over his shoulder, looking nothing like a mercenary. A spear like staff fell to the ground, having had nothing to lean against. Unlike shifters such as dragons and varulfurs, there was no natural and sometimes painful shift for him. He didn't change from one to another, he called them out. Had he lived in later times, he would have described his two physical bodies as holograms. Holograms that could feel and be felt, think and express emotions. In this case, he was like a hologram. His soul always held one form. Whenever he needed to change, his soul would call his current form back, casting out the other like a child thrown out of a door. He thankfully didn't have to worry about carrying clothes and weapons around.

Before he even stepped foot into the capital, he sensed something was off. The air was tense, people stopping what they were doing to look up at the sky at random. Did they already know? But surely they didn't know more than him. He heard whispers of 'dragon' and figured that they knew something. He stopped to buy an apple and made small talk with the stall owner and his wife, nearly smirking as he learned why everyone was offset. Rumors were nothing compared to information. They'd blow over like a bad mood before people knew it. Normally, he'd scoff at the humans for their useless gossip, but for once, they were right. He moved on from the market, looking for a particular someone. He strolled around the battlements, giving rather smug smiles to people who looked at him for too long. Kris was infamous for always 'switching sides', and many people disliked him. Humans didn't seem to get it in their heads that he never belonged to any side in the first place. At first, people had picked fights with him and even thrown him into a cell a few times, but eventually let him out, the nagual never loosing his unsettling smile. Despite staying in his human form when around humans, his sharp teeth were something that just couldn't be hidden. Some assumed that he was just a varulfur, and he was fine with that. He didn't needed the nagualli reputation of doing evil in their sleep following him around. In his human form, his eyes were a midnight black, his dark orbs appearing to have no pupils, which made him seem a little more unsettling to some.

Thanks to some information from a sentry, he found out where his target was and made his way swiftly through town, stopping at the doors of the tavern. He should have known the old sport would be here. His hypersensitive nose wrinkled as it picked up the bitter stench of alcohol, but he would get used to it. Might as well indulge since he was already here. To his pleasure, he came to see the back of the one he was looking for as soon as he walked through the door. "Ah, my favorite captain." He exclaimed loudly, patting the man purposefully on his right arm. "How've the walls been treating ya? Hopefully it wasn't too cold up there." Despite using friendly words and speaking as if he were conversing with an old friend, not every bit of warmth in his tone showed up in his eyes. Kris was here for business, not pleasantries. However, it was fun to get on the captain's nerves occasionally.

➵ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 〣 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

➵ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 〣 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

➵ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 〣 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

Re: ➵ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 〣 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

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Re: ➵ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 〣 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

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Re: ➵ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 〣 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

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