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[black_lokiel]

A gaunt shadow moved against the rest of the darkness, fur dull, only a lingering gleam in her eyes reminding those of what Lokiel once was. The darkness that had engulfed the city had sent her fleeing into the darkest recesses of the palace, hiding herself away, scared of what might be happening. The stability of her life had been taken away, and

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[stillboromir]

*checking the sinks in the kitchen for something he hid about an age ago, doesn't find the necklace but finds ... a cat?*

... oh. Hello.

[black_lokiel]

A voice addressing her wakes Lokiel from a rather fitful sleep. Still slightly mazed by the change that she's feeling, she opens one eye and purrs curiously.

[[Who's there?]]

[stillboromir]

Wow, a talking cat -- I don't think I've ever seen that one before. ... Stop talking to yourself, Boromir.

Boromir. Just Boromir, I guess I don't have a title anymore. *sad*

[stillboromir]

*ahem*HeirToTheHouseOfStewards*ahem*

[stillboromir]

but I think my family's house is kind of gone now, since everything's all politically different and scary and it makes me very sad ;_;

... I still have an anonymous stalker, don't I?

[black_lokiel]

Lokiel stretches, curiousity still strong.

[[Don't think I've met a Boromir before. And you are human, so that's your title. I am Cat. That is my title.]]