To : Kalliste Silver

[goldreaver]

[font=Viner Hand ITC][color=#FF0000]

Bonjour Kalliste.

I have killed the one that used my name. I assume you will not have a problem with that. I took his belongings, which are now mine.

Something woke me up. The smell of blood I think.
I realise my new room lacks of skulls. A problem I have to fix.

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[Silver]

Goldilocks...

*Rubs her chin and grins*

My favorite Gallic.

*Smirks*

Oh no worries. We got a frackton of war to sow..
And a lot of heads to reap.

Get your shiz sorted, we got Sirius to reave.

Kisses,
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[goldreaver]

[font=Viner Hand ITC][color=#FF0000]

This is good news.

It would appear my master does not respond to the rivers of royalist blood anymore. It is... more than disturbing, which is why I came back here.

I trust you and your ability to find me preys that are worth something. Enough to hear his voice again.

Where do I begin the hunt Kalliste...

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[Silver]

Darlin'...

*Grins*

Bretonia.. dies.

Liberty.. wanes.

Omegas.. destroyed.

Taus.. murdered.

And if the price is right...

I'll set this universe.. On fire.

So, to sum it up...
Everywhere.

Kisses,
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop