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IC INBOX text / voicemail / emails / pack telepathy"Yeah. It's Ren. Text me. Don't fucking call, y'weirdo."Ren Rages-Against-The-Odds O'Neill Homid Fianna Ahroun - Adren (31) Guardian of the Sept of the Relentless Beat Alpha of the Never Say Die Pack Child of Coyote art credit code credit

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[ The soft comfort of both her bed and Ren's fur feels nice. She still feels like shit, but being here, feeling safe, eases some of her worry, redirects her attention from some of her pain.

And Ren's exclamation draws her further away, interested by her reaction. ]

Yes. That was one of his names, before. [ It is a little (a lot) more than fucking - Gala loves him. Is in love with him, her heart having quickly decided to keep him close when they met. It almost feels dishonest not to mention to Ren, so, ] I feel the warmth of a thousand summers when I am with him. He is the King I have chosen, and I am one of his priestesses, here, sworn by blade and blood. I am warmed by his adoration, and he is safe inside my love.

[ Then, a little less intensely worded, ] Have you met him?

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I can't believe fuckin' Lugh lit my cigarette.

[ She's holding onto that one as a tale to tell Colin when she returns to Colorado. He'll never believe her but still, it'll be a fine tale to tell and she'll know it's true.

But onto other matters. ]

My people descended from his descendants. Long ago. I know him through stories of his accolades.