Ilharess murred curiously at the sound of her 'name' being spoken. She had been drip drying at the corner of the tub facing the hearth for some time now. They say that elves never sleep, but this dark elf is certainly a deep rememberer. Momentary curiousity flashed across her golden feline...
Ilharess, the now hours-truant winged tabby familiar of a certain new dark elf recruit, soared silently over the keep's wall, circling down to a stilted landing atop the barracks roof. The homecoming ruckus and assorted sturm und drang filing into the Great Hall below may as well have been a...
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Ilharess had scampered straight outside immediately after scenting the chaotic waft of mummy-magic, nose wrinkled in patent disgust. She was rather enjoying her fourth life, thank you very much! No need whatsoever to get caught up in that uncomfortably unpredictable kind of...
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