"I fear that as well." Tasera sighed, looking around the swamplands. She sighed again after a minute, leaning against Xryen and pressing her muzzle into his fur. "Celestial and Ringed... Ancient and Shadebane... Markings that condemn a Lucain to a fate without love..." She said, looking at her Ancient and Dingo markings; almost a clone of her father save for her lighter Dingo and purple Ancient. "Then again... there are those that are lucky..." She said.
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