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Eldritch croon through dactyl-thorned arborways beheld lineage of werewolves that lives among humans, pretending to be like everyone else. Moon betide arcane provenance, transformation integument is tinctured not solely in sinew and fang but in dolorous blood. These werewolves are more than just shapeshifters; they wield extraordinary powers, but at terrible cost. Their pneuma become never-ending battle against the pain and consequences that come with their abilities. Each pack is born with different power. One can hear the thoughts of others, even the ones people try to hide. Another can disappear into thin air like mist, while someone else can control the emotions of those around them.

          Golden-Eyed Ashen [..] Attempt: Does
          lupomorphs exile entwined in liturgy?

            SELENIC VALEㅤㅤODD ANATHEMA
             𖥑      ㅤ ㅤ  1:1ㅤㅤ𖥑ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 2:2

There exists melancholic cantor whose cadence pacifies rage but mutilates larynx with utterance. For what deity endows agony as sacrament?

Foremost wolves were blessed under golden moon, and their eyes turned bright as sunlight. They were chosen to protect the balance between human and wild. They attire themselves in temporal convention, declares in societal rites with docility and stifle instinct beneath decorum. The pack’s ache deign into something wordless, longing for unshackling. Nostalgia wars with trepidation, to abscond is to relinquish what tether binds them to tenderness. Thespians in interspecies opera that lest revelation rip the lattice throughout their mortal-ballast illusion.
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      / • • ✷ TIMEWORN COTTAGE
   SHEATHED IN DUST “Bewitched
   For Aureate Once More.” • • ✷ /

Transmit deviation into a dignified abode that merits to be swarming, a trenchant gaze that perches on the landmark bar on its fence, enveloped with curiosity. Alludes to The Hathaway Land desires, tender souls to rethread the tales throughout its warm beams. Failing within a journey of clump that redounds doing a bliss. We're opening an entrance to cooperate, build kindred liaisons around—pictured in behaves.

As the wind murmurs, the shallow tide whispers of desire untold and the evergreen right in front of the dwellings. It awaits the arrival of the entrants behind the garden. Behold the soul that stands to sought for prescribes:  

⟡   PARENTS, (1990-1993 LINERS)
⟡   UNCLES AND AUNTIES, (1994-1999 LINERS)
⟡   CHILDREN, (2000-2009 LINERS)
      (But there’s no seat for 97, 04, and 05)
"Gate of what is called abiding, built truly ㅤㅤfrom souls who nurtures with love."

To the settled light of fortune, linked to NAME and chosen handle, @username. I shall plant my (MUSE and LINE) upon the leisure of threshold my heart has chosen. Much of honour-bound!

Might the hands of destiny wrench you closer to the euphoria enameled into your path? Simply a glancing relish meant only for the quiet hours. Let your thoughts land slightly at @HathEventBot, we’ll be there to catch them!
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ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)

Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@KasteelOfDuisterg, @ShelterOfWest, @LiebertFamilia, @VonityS, @Enhypeen, @RogueLorth, @HouseOfVermillion.—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow