Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ.

【✟】— ❝Dᴏɴ·ᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ﹐ ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ·s ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ.❞ Lʏᴄᴀɴᴛʜʀᴏᴘᴇ; Dᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ, Fʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴅᴇsᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛ. #TheCepizunPack

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

❝Iт'ѕ oυr eѕcαpe ғroм reαlιтy.❞

↳ Lycαɴтнrope.
↳ Pαrт oғ #TheCepizunPack.
↳ Eхp. Wrιтer.

— #RT?

[Ｒａｖｅｎ． @RegiaVelum]

❝Voιceѕ woɴ'т ɢo αwαy. .❞

✗ Experienced | Descriptive.

✗ Lycan.

✗ OC.

— #RT?

[Mᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴏʀᴇ. @OfMythology]

❝Yᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.❞

≫ Myтн.
≫ Deѕcrιpтιve | Lιтerαтe.
≫ Eхperιeɴced Wrιтer.

— #RT?

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

“Quite.~” https://t.co/dzc0gLmFT8

[Siusan Adalwolf @AdalwolfHeir]

"Oh another of French origin, delightful indeed~"

[— Ｒｈｅｔｔ． @SpectralCaligo]

Bio of Rhett.

Read: https://t.co/wHuJZEh0eC

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

“Ah , un autre?” Célian paused, a nominal smile forming his features. “Seems there is another that is of French origin.”

He wasn't alone.

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

—;

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@DeviantAdolpha

/ Haha. I didn't even realize.

It's fine!

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@InfamousDuPuis

— “They smell. . Incroyable.” Célian paused, trying to refrain from his French dialogue, “They smell amazing.”

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@InfamousDuPuis

— Cerulean oculars surveyed over the various sets of ingredients that were set out for the preparation of the dish. —

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@InfamousDuPuis

Célian's hesitation was nonexistent, as the lingering aroma of the tacos swirled into his nostrils.

Wow. . —

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

“Tacos?”

Célian arched a brow at somewhat unfamiliar chime of food choice.

Curiosity peaked. https://t.co/yFp2wX5O9V

[Eᴠᴇʟʏɴ Rᴀᴇ DᴜPᴜɪs @InfamousDuPuis]

"The tacos are done!!!" Eve chimed before setting them out across the bar for others to make their own tacos.

[— Ｒｈｅｔｔ． @SpectralCaligo]

Scouting for SLs.

≫ Descriptive.
≫ Anyone welcome.

Hop into my @/DMs for plotting, or favorite if you are interested.

— #RT?

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@PiousPup

— French accent overtaking that of his words.

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@PiousPup

— towards Icarus, snatching a towel along the way as he draped it across his neck.

“Morning,” Célian spoke, his dominant —

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@PiousPup

— grin plastered upon Célian's features.
With beads of sweat accumulating upon the male's face and neck, he advanced —

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@PiousPup

— realize Icarus in the doorway until moments after.
Teal oculars drifted over upon the young lupus, a slight toothy —

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@PiousPup

— of a shirtless upper and sweatpants for lower.

Célian's mind had registered to focus on the task at hand, as he didn't —

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@PiousPup

— training exercises, in both human and feral form.

Even so, physic was Célian's priority, as his chosen attire was that —

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@PiousPup

Fortunately, Célian had decided to mark his work-out day today, as his early morning hours had been filled with various —

[Cᴇ́ʟɪᴀɴ. @OfPrimalLegacy]

@CepizunAlpha

— breath as he awaited for Henry to commence the hunting.