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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃
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for as long as anyone can remember, the fenrir family bloodline has alway
s sat comfortably in their castle. with a substantial amount of wealth and
healthy soldiers spilling from every inch of the kingdom, the thought of th
e years-long peace ending has never crossed their mind. the rich thrive of
f the efforts of the less fortunate, the royal guards swat away any waft of
rebellion, and each string is pulled just how it should be to keep the uppe
r class happy. this is how it's always been, and how it will always be. ───
within the deep reaches of the land , far from the clutches of soldiers and
law, resides a ragtag group. all young and bright-eyed, trained to fend for
themselves with quick wit and sharp tongues and sharper blades. the grou
p does what they must, be it thievery and trickery or honing skills to live o
ff the land. the messy family will take in any misfit that stumbles across t
heir path. they throw away their birth names and take on those of creatur
es, accepting that they are no longer those who feed the mouths of royals.
─── fall brings on the cold days and early nights. with the forest freezing
over and supplies running low, the creatures are pressed to steal from the
castle's supply carts. it seems they've bitten off a bit more than they can
chew as wanted posters appear around neighboring towns and whispers of
rewards for thieves bubble within the taverns. patrols spot the smoke of s
oldier's camps in the late hours, suggesting potential search parties for th
e group of criminals. the pressure leads to them hopping frequently betw
een four of their hidden bases in hopes of fenrir's men not finding their tr
ail. the children are being taught to fight and the older members are adv
ised to train daily in preparation for any combat. the tension of potential
capture and the coming snow leaves the small family with dwindling hope,
an escapee of the royal family is found, a newcomer brings distrust, and a
valued member of the gang is swept away and presumed dead. ──────
s sat comfortably in their castle. with a substantial amount of wealth and
healthy soldiers spilling from every inch of the kingdom, the thought of th
e years-long peace ending has never crossed their mind. the rich thrive of
f the efforts of the less fortunate, the royal guards swat away any waft of
rebellion, and each string is pulled just how it should be to keep the uppe
r class happy. this is how it's always been, and how it will always be. ───
within the deep reaches of the land , far from the clutches of soldiers and
law, resides a ragtag group. all young and bright-eyed, trained to fend for
themselves with quick wit and sharp tongues and sharper blades. the grou
p does what they must, be it thievery and trickery or honing skills to live o
ff the land. the messy family will take in any misfit that stumbles across t
heir path. they throw away their birth names and take on those of creatur
es, accepting that they are no longer those who feed the mouths of royals.
─── fall brings on the cold days and early nights. with the forest freezing
over and supplies running low, the creatures are pressed to steal from the
castle's supply carts. it seems they've bitten off a bit more than they can
chew as wanted posters appear around neighboring towns and whispers of
rewards for thieves bubble within the taverns. patrols spot the smoke of s
oldier's camps in the late hours, suggesting potential search parties for th
e group of criminals. the pressure leads to them hopping frequently betw
een four of their hidden bases in hopes of fenrir's men not finding their tr
ail. the children are being taught to fight and the older members are adv
ised to train daily in preparation for any combat. the tension of potential
capture and the coming snow leaves the small family with dwindling hope,
an escapee of the royal family is found, a newcomer brings distrust, and a
valued member of the gang is swept away and presumed dead. ──────
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𝐇𝐄 x𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 x𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 x𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 x𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 x𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍x !x !
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