That morning was bright and fresh, with a soft breeze carrying just enough coolness to make the sunshine pleasant. Luthien’s Wonbin arrived first, wearing his usual easy smile that instantly set a good tone. Not long after, Wendissle’s Jeemin showed up with iced drinks in hand, joking, “You all would’ve melted without me,” which sent everyone into laughter. Delaire’s Taesan strolled in casually, only to be greeted with a playful shoulder bump. A minute later, Loughrey’s Anna appeared, dodging the sun but laughing so loudly that her joy became contagious. Finally, Lamercy’s Minju slipped in last, bringing a gentle yet radiant energy that seemed to balance the entire group.

They all settled beneath a large tree, chatting about random things, teasing one another, and tossing around inside jokes. Everything felt effortless—so natural that, for a while, time itself didn’t seem to matter.

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 🐺 THROUGH THE DENSE THICKETS
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ A SYMPHONY OF HOWL RESONATES ─┄ 🫀

‣ . . A timeless call riseth from the gold-eyed guardians of twilight, noble beings hallowed by the Moon’s gentle blessing, who wander forth in solemn grace seeking the tender shapes of Sire and Dame, the steadfast arms of Uncle and Aunt, and the guiding light of the Elder Sibling whose wisdom shineth as dawn upon the darkened vale; and lo, their dusken howls ascend unto the firmament, a hymn of longing and remembrance, yearning not for dominion but for hearth and kin, where blood and bond are twined as roots beneath the ancient oak, till at last they find the family writ for them by fate beneath the eternal watch of twilight's silver flame.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE HOWLING CROWN
⠀ ⠀ between 1980-1995
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE DUSKBLADE REGENT
⠀ ⠀ between 1996-1998
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE WARG HEIR
⠀ ⠀ between 1999-2002

Wandering through the emerald expanse, they stray ‘neath ancient boughs and o’er meandering streams, ascending rugged hills and shadowed crags, in search of kindred souls with whom to share both mirth and dole. The forest, in hushed breath, whispereth timeless tales of unity and fate, bidding them press onward upon their sacred quest for bond and belonging. Yet the hand of the muse remaineth veiled, her name unspoken, her countenance hidden, that mystery may ever guide their steps beneath the silent watch of the Moon. Hearken, ye who feel the stir of the Moon’s call within thy breast. If thou wouldst seek thy place amidst the kin of twilight and prove thy worth as child of the wolf, then step forth without fear. Enter the sacred hall prepared for the choosing, wherein thy spirit shall be weighed and thy courage known. Follow the path through this gate → {nd be reckon'd among those who dare to claim the blood and bond of the Wolfkind}

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Duskveil Horizon,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow

Happy mensive. 🥳

Happy mensive keluarga kuda.

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  ㅤㅤ   EQUESTRIAN ETERNAL RAIL 𖢲
  ㅤ ㅤ  Blessings For Enchants!

IRELAND’S LUNETTE  |  &. 1929: IX (“The Postcard Addresed Fastidously.”) Athwart the windswept moors although olden hooves have left their lasting mark, our lineage arise tall and solid in resolve nobleness. From stable to pasture, from twilight canter to moonlit gallop, we move with thousand generations grace. Hereafter, sunrise stain the dew paddocks in crimson and we shall celebrate your monthiversary like no other steeped in the dignified splendor of our heritage. The bounteous pageantry of horse and rider become emblem in our household’s pride, while echoeth the monthiversary to our most revered confidants; @OldenVeil, @TheFerrovi, @TheWalst, @MlNDWAVE. We entreat our blessings, hoping this day brings gallantry and deftness.

Deepest Dignity and Veneration,
@CaveOfLoughrey.
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