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Post by Pyris | Renly Grimm on Nov 26, 2012 21:42:09 GMT -5
He narrowed his eyes at the light, feeling the door latch behind him as his paw pulled it by the handle, turning after his eyes adjusted to the morning's glow and locked his home from any intruder. Iseret was gone by now, off doing her own work and he was taking a morning's walk before he had to report to the prison.Swinging the key by the loop it was attached to, the large tom hummed softly, in a better mood than usual as he began his activity. The morning was nice, though chilly, the sun's rays shown through the partly cloudy sky, having little to no effect in warming the area up... It was winter after all, well winter was almost here... The trees had lost all their leaves by now, some fighters still keeping hold, protesting the wind as it blew in calm waves, ruffling the Siamese mix's fur uncomfortably. Shivering, Azael pulled the poncho around him more, enjoying the sights as he began towards the scenic route to the palace.
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