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| Orion Fulcry | Aug 13 2008, 01:26 AM |
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Orion raised his mug of water with a mechanical motion as Duran gave his toast. The shirt he was wearing felt entirely too constricting, and he was more than ready for the day to be over. Tugging uncomfortably at his shirt collar, he glanced apprehensively around the circular table. There were a good many Black Archers who had been promoted. The table was definitely full. He watched as somebeast on one side asked for the salt and pepper on the other side. The spices made the long trek around the table, passing through Orion's paws on the way. Shaking his head, the newly-promoted squirrel grabbed an oat farl and topped it with berry preserves. |
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