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Phew! I'm finally done with this

But yayy the boys (and girlie) have finally arrived!!

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The-White-December

Extra | Arrival

I'll add the full story later...

After a long arduous paperwork and several hours of overnight flight, Muruk and his trio of endurance-ready steeds have arrived. Crunching lightly on the snow-covered grounds of the bitterly cold weathered town, Muruk finds the streets empty. Marzi, his dear Ober mare, eyes him sweetly and innocently as if asking where is everyone? His red spotted steed Rouge on the other hand quirks a querying gaze at the arrogantly golden Zlesdin stomping behind him. Muruk pats a gentle hand on his mare's shoulder in reassurance. "I'm afraid we may have arrived too late, what with all of my mishaps earlier with the registration." Not that the mare could understand a single word from him, but she nevertheless stared sweetly into his eyes. Rouge snorts, shaking his forelock our of his eyes and noses the air, billowing great cloud puffs from his nostrils. Soft laughter is heard some doors away, and Rough quirks an ear towards that merry sound. Muruk hears it too and smiles as hearty music flows out the closed door towards them. "It seems we're not too late after all."

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Description

Phew! I'm finally done with this

But yayy the boys (and girlie) have finally arrived!!

_____________________________________________________________

The-White-December

Extra | Arrival

I'll add the full story later...

After a long arduous paperwork and several hours of overnight flight, Muruk and his trio of endurance-ready steeds have arrived. Crunching lightly on the snow-covered grounds of the bitterly cold weathered town, Muruk finds the streets empty. Marzi, his dear Ober mare, eyes him sweetly and innocently as if asking where is everyone? His red spotted steed Rouge on the other hand quirks a querying gaze at the arrogantly golden Zlesdin stomping behind him. Muruk pats a gentle hand on his mare's shoulder in reassurance. "I'm afraid we may have arrived too late, what with all of my mishaps earlier with the registration." Not that the mare could understand a single word from him, but she nevertheless stared sweetly into his eyes. Rouge snorts, shaking his forelock our of his eyes and noses the air, billowing great cloud puffs from his nostrils. Soft laughter is heard some doors away, and Rough quirks an ear towards that merry sound. Muruk hears it too and smiles as hearty music flows out the closed door towards them. "It seems we're not too late after all."

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