Dear Azrael, {{A Note}}

[» leviathan. ]]]

{{Amongst the banks of the murky deluge, a note enscribed, seemingly via jaw and branch was left to Azrael. It reads: }}

Dear Azrael,

A recent occurance has shifted luck in your favor.
My dearest Fudo has found me unsuitable to claim her,
as my so called "colt-like" antics have worn her down.
From here on, any mare rejected -- or in this case who
rejects myself -- is yours for the taking. Quarrel among
the others you must, for if they advance the same law
will apply to them.

If you do chance to mark her; Treat her well,
Azrael. For a dame such as she can drown you in a
bitter sea of wrath, and just as easily drag you under
with her lustfull and inticing spells.

She is too good for me, as my shepard knows.
Perhaps she will find love in the hands of a peasant,
simple and kind.

Harm her and I'll kill you,
Leviathan

Letting Go Is The Hardest Thing I Know Xx

[fudo]

Dear Azrael;

Since the King has decided to give me up ; for matters that were found wrong. I suppose I am entitled to you now. It wasn't the first time someone had given up on me and it won't be the last. I hope I don't drive you as insane as I drove M'lord - for then I will find a way to leave these haven.

Just because you are entitled to me doesn't mean I will like you. Requiring the circumstances at the moment - you'll be lucky if I don't rip your hide away.

Levithian. I am a stupid mare - and I am sorry.

-Fudo

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