ㅤ
(Tale Of Yore.) Butterflies with crystalware wings behind dream grace flitted 'neath the skies where the moon silver light occured upon the air. Here, in this sacred space as night deepens and moon paints earth with glow, we recall the legends of our past: eternally criss–cross. Our voices murmur into forest rivulet. May the moon’s reverent beams ever guide @BandNextDoor, @TheBonhomie, @TheRault, @wonival, and @TheMystveil steps enlightening the alleyway through life’s ebb and flow. The moments we have partaken, like stellar corse aflame, do leave mark upon the mould through remembrance. Henceforth, all of this serve as tokens through the ageless ties that bind us, plying endless march of time itself. A tapestry, it is, of love and fellowship, wrought with filaments that surmount the confines of space and time’s domain. Let the moon carry our heartfelt wishes, and still shining brightly even amongst the darkest of nights.

                  Fondly, from our hearts to yours,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ The Howarth. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  ❲ THE CHAPTER OF
ㅤㅤㅤ ANWERBUNG HUNTERS | Volume 05. ❳

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ . . .

In diesem Wald, the sound of water cascading from the leaves indicated that the rain had just subsided. The night, enveloped in darkness, felt eerily quiet. Amidst the silence, a group of people could be seen walking in the darkness of the night, with bows grasped in their right hands and quivers of arrows on their backs, indicating that they were a band of hunters. They ventured into the depths of the forest accompanied by the raucous sounds of nocturnal creatures chattering. Their fierce eyes scanned the darkness, searching for signs of hidden life among the dense foliage. No one knew what the future held, especially for that group of hunters. They were a small but highly experienced band, yet they might still fall if confronted by a larger group of wild animals. They contemplated finding additional individuals to accompany them on their journey ahead.

Amidst the solitude within the depths of this woodland, they have undertaken a noble mission to seek out valuable hunter candidates from the timeframe 1994-1999 (UNCLE & AUNTY) 2005-2009 (CHILDREN)

ㅤㅤㅤ Der Eingang für Angehende Hunters:
ㅤㅤ  ❬  https://t.me/+WW7i7phnH_phODVl  ❭

With fervor, a band of hunters seeks individuals to accompany them on their next journey. Nevertheless, prior to that, there's an important point to bear in mind: they do not accept twins. To circumvent this issue, prospective hunters can access the character profiles from official hunters on the TAKEN LIST. They assure that in the depths of the next forest expedition, wealth and golden experiences await. Despite the ever-present dangers, they will not falter and will bolster the courage of their prospective companions. With combined strength, they are confident they can confront any obstacles that arise. Moreover, firm trust and strong bonds will serve as their primary foundation to fortify each other in every step they take.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ   Wohlgelaunt,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Die Schouvert. 𐂂

(Tale Of Yore.) Butterflies with crystalware wings behind dream grace flitted 'neath the skies where the moon silver light occured upon the air. Here, in this sacred space as night deepens and moon paints earth with glow, we recall the legends of our past: eternally criss–cross. Our voices murmur into forest rivulet. May the moon’s reverent beams ever guide @BluesOfGoury, @dreammixx, @Bubbleehan, @Demryhs, @SlayerOfWraith, @MystclaveS, @Keranjay, @TogetherWithSix, and @TheOceanic steps enlightening the alleyway through life’s ebb and flow. The moments we have partaken, like stellar corse aflame, do leave mark upon the mould through remembrance. Henceforth, all of this serve as tokens through the ageless ties that bind us, plying endless march of time itself. A tapestry, it is, of love and fellowship, wrought with filaments that surmount the confines of space and time’s domain. Let the moon carry our heartfelt wishes, and still shining brightly even amongst the darkest of nights.

                  Fondly, from our hearts to yours,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ The Howarth. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

(Tale Of Yore.) Butterflies with crystalware wings behind dream grace flitted 'neath the skies where the moon silver light occured upon the air. Here, in this sacred space as night deepens and moon paints earth with glow, we recall the legends of our past: eternally criss–cross. Our voices murmur into forest rivulet. May the moon’s reverent beams ever guide @TheeRomanovna, @CasitaOfHier, @TeenslnTimes, @PearryGlitz, @ENCouturee, @WaveTeen steps enlightening the alleyway through life’s ebb and flow. The moments we have partaken, like stellar corse aflame, do leave mark upon the mould through remembrance. Henceforth, all of this serve as tokens through the ageless ties that bind us, plying endless march of time itself. A tapestry, it is, of love and fellowship, wrought with filaments that surmount the confines of space and time’s domain. Let the moon carry our heartfelt wishes, and still shining brightly even amongst the darkest of nights.

                  Fondly, from our hearts to yours,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ The Howarth. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ