Ancestry of Maisonette, Myldemoor Familia.
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As one, ancestry of Myldemoor inherit the seventh heaven. At the heart of dwelling—estate by @Myldemoors with their invisible grace; bestow upon the people a miracle.

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Lorth's, Lee Jongwon read the whisper
Sacht's Youngjae. read the whisper
A whisper message to @!!!!!!!!.
Only they can read the message.
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ㅤ━◦ 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟🚤𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗡𝟵 ◦━

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤSailing through skies
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ that keep on gleaming,
ㅤㅤ ㅤ chasing the hope
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤthat feels redeeming.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ🐯🦊🐶🐻🐰🐬🐹

ㅤㅤ Our Voyage Marked on 25 August,
ㅤforever Beautiful Sailin9 With 7DREAM.

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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
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