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White_Dog13dReplied to JayasavageCh 7 Queen Helena…?- White_Dog18dCommentedWith the rest of her time spent scrutinizing her appearance to smooth out any creases in her dress, or to tame/pluck any unruly hairs. Helena soon found herself content with her appearance, and made her way out into the streets of the Village revealing herself to the Rear Encampment in the full glory of her feminine ways…
- White_Dog19dCommentedThe next day was met with much the same disbelief, as if they had deluded themselves into believing that they had been mistaken or that it had all been a dream, but they were all forced to realize reality as Helena showed up for weekly training in a tunic that rested firmly against her breasts, tucked into a pair of fitting leather breeches slipped into a pair of leather boots. An oddly feminine outfit that had once blatantly been one of masculine design, and of the scabs littering Helena's fingers were anything to go by… She had spent quite some time tailoring them from the clothes she had on hand… Those perceptive enough realized that it was an outfit that Theo wore quite often…
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This para is rough…
She was shoved further back as the man began to lose himself in his anger, though before things could escalate, Jeoffry hopped over and pulled the man back, his voice sharp, "Leave it be… Harold was the one who tackled her to the ground before he could even find his footing… He's nearly double the size of Theo, and was wearing armor, he's got no room to complain when he's back to his feet." - White_Dog25dCommented
These don’t look right…
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- White_Dog3mthCommentedImmediately a sense of comfort and contentment filled her mind, as she sank slightly a long breath of newfound relief slipping from her lips as Gwynevere's gaze rose towards the sky. For a long moment her gaze locked on to a cloud overhead, one with no definite shape, a seemingly amalgamation of many yet a singular in its own way. As it slowly drifted across the sky, Gwynevere's left ear quivered and with a faint tilt of her head, she peered up at the figure who had approached—