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"a few weeks."
he shows his hand, the scar running up to the wrist. blackened begins from it.
"I get fevers? I dont know but it's getting better. the fevers I mean."
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well ... suppose that's true. he only turns 200 next year...
he's flinching still. they're sensitive. not a sensation he's used to yet.
"uh. I was stabbed? accidentally cut myself with a knife. I think it's a curse... got a tail too."
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child ... he's not a child. very much an adult ... but he's approaching, carefully hair pushed back so it doesn't touch the aching and itching horns.
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he sets down the pile with a long sigh, tapping the top. "my tutor said to bring these to you. that you'd requested them .แฃ"
he slips into a seat, the owl fluttering to perch on a shelf.
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แ แ * / Siraj was born in Nur'thalas as depicted on @greatsunpath . he lived a simple life with a father who was a sailor and merchant and his mother who
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แ แ * / Siraj was born in Nur'thalas as depicted on @greatsunpath . he lived a simple life with a father who was a sailor and merchant and his mother who
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temple, they dug a little too far. finding artefacts and gems. when he picked up what he thought to be an old blade, it cut his palm, and he grew very sick.
the fever nearly taking him, he woke from his illness ... with a tail.
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