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aduh izin ya kk kk adik adik semuanya, lue's seonghyeon dan lue's keonho barusan jadi mahasiswa univ terkenal gt loh :^ udh keliatan kaya kating kece kan kita? iy lh kita kan hehim demdud banget πΊπ€ ngk heran kl bnyak yang naksir kmi berdua,,,,
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'HIDDEN Vβ³KINGS'
(find the souls unafraid of fire & sky)
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Stormβwinds of wyrd rise along the cliffs of BΓ«rg, sending a grim kall across cold seas for Vikings bold enough to ride beside dreki. Iron hearts and untamed spirits alone may answer, for a ruthless saga awaits beneath wing and flame.
β. STRIKE: STORMFANG (1996-2001)
β. STOKER: FIREBEARER (2002-2006)
β. BOULDER : STONEWARDEN (2007-2011)
βSummons of the Iron Skyβ ββββ (β.) Beyond the storm-lashed cliffs of BΓ«rg, a restless kall moves with the northern winds, seeking spirits fierce enough to stand beside the dreki. Will new riders rise to claim wing and flame, and forge a saga feared across sea and sky?
α΄α±α’αΎαα΄αα α’α ααα±α΄ο½‘ DARE TO RIDE?
Heill! I am [Name + Muse + Username + Tahun lahir]. Guided by the breath of wyrd and the call of distant dreki, I come forth seeking a place among riders of BΓ«rg to share one sky, one flame and one rising saga. SkΓ‘l for your consideration!
Under the quiet skies near the house of Caelthwynn, Caelthwynn's Seonghyeon, LumΓ«n's Seonghyeon, Luevine's Seonghyeon, and Caelthwynn's Ian spent the afternoon like time did not exist at all. Climbing old trees, laughing too loudly, jumping between roots and broken fences, they carried the kind of freedom only youth understands. The wind smelled like grass and summer, their hands stained with dirt and bark, while distant voices from the neighborhood blended softly with their endless conversations and careless jokes.
Not far away, Morthen's Ian, Luevine's Ian, and Morthen's Keonho watched the golden evening slowly fall across Caelthwynnβs yard, turning ordinary moments into memories that would stay long after they all grew older. It was never really about the tree they climbed or the games they played β it was about the feeling of being young together, existing in a small world that felt endless for just one more sunset.
