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ㅤ‘ I am not certain if anyone else of our battalion has made it here, so I will take it upon myself to be your guard in the time being. ’
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ㅤㅤ⌜ It wouldn't go unnoticed by the sharp eyes of Panter ; and it shook a worry in his core.

ㅤㅤIt takes a moment for it to all settle. To ponder and let his boss sway, bowing his head to the harpy, ⌟

ㅤ‘ Then . . . very well. I will hold your words to my final breath, Master Harpuia. ’

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ㅤㅤ⌜ Mismatched - shape fangs bare into a mild snarl, shaking his head. ⌟

ㅤ‘ Gwwrrhh — This doesn't sound / right, / Sir. A small dispute should not result in hindering you! It's dishonorable.

ㅤㅤIs your arm intact elsewhere? I will retrieve it if necessary. ’
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ㅤㅤ⌜ Once overjoyed expressions had now crestfallen, the whirrs of triangular ears drooping, ⌟

ㅤ‘ — . . . harmed. ’

ㅤㅤ⌜ The last of it comes barely as a hiss, ⌟

ㅤ‘ You . . . — Who did this to you, Sir? ’
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ㅤㅤ[ @wisegeneral.bsky.social ]
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ㅤㅤ⌜ A side profile of proud wings compliment a familiar form, and at once, Panter's shifted to all fours, zipping to the Guardian's side. ⌟

ㅤ‘ Master Harpuia! There you are! ’
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ㅤㅤBut if I have somehow traversed to the past —

ㅤㅤ⌜ Panic, for a moment, joined by a frustrated growl, ⌟

ㅤㅤ. . . I only want Master Harpuia back.
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ㅤㅤ⌜ looking him in the eye while he scratches AGAIN. that cushion is getting shredded . . . ⌟
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