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Miss U // Bryce & Gale (close)

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The petite shewolf was stepping out of her car; after her chauffeur had opened the door for her, when her phone vibrated within her hand; signalling she had received a text. She gazed upon it; surprised by its sender and mostly its content, and yet, her face remained stoic.

[Text]: Hi Miss Gale, can I come over? I miss you a lot

She did not favour texting, thus she left the pup a voicemail. "Bonjour Perles Bleues. Shall I inform Rosalita of your visit for lunch then? I shall present in one hour, yet, you kenned you can arrive earlier, Charles shall be pleased to see you. Unless, of course, he is out with Alden. If you cannot make him, you may leave me a message in the next hour."

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Drink by the pool // (closed)

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Léon was enjoying the pool and the view beyond the infinity pool. He had called a week ago; intending on visiting for a few days. Sadly, as Galadrielle was still without a new penthouse, he was residing at her house for the moment; kenning she would purchase a new one in the following week. It was unnecessary, but she favoured his pleasure and he would never contradict his own training.

He hard the main gate unlocking; it was neither the shewolf nor Alden. And it was most certainly not Rosalita; especially not when the dog at his side was suddenly taken over with excitement.

“Bryce, why not join me pup. Do not worry; I have not come for you.”

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Placid // (close)

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Her placid demeanour had yet to waver when a presence drew closer. Her gaze remain upon the sight before; observing. One would find it difficult to decide if her look was the result of mere curiosity or if it held ulterior motives; a predator deciding upon the best path. 

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A time to sleep // (closed)

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She sat in the park nearby the Dominion; favouring how the many large trees devoured most of the city’s noises. His presence left a lingering scent, thus why she addressed him with a soft calm. "Shall you remain there observing, or shall you sit?”

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Coffee meeting // Bryce & Gale (close)

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[Text]: Miss Gale, when you get this, do you mind meeting me for coffee or something? I gotta talk to you about something

Her phone vibrated and the petite shewolf gazed upon to ken of the message sender. There was but a brief mail upon her lips until eyes scanned the message sent and she was left to believe something had happened. And yet, she replied politely.

[text]: Where shall we meet?

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Fallen tormentor // (close)

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The female mongrel fell to the ground; face marred with deep wounds, a gift from the petite shewolf’s clawed hands. How delightful to have a huntress be brought to the Château. Galadrielle had seen the file in the Archives and purchased the female for one purpose; kill her. This women and others like her had fractured her mind, tortured her daily and tormented her every minutes, she held no compassion for their kin.

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Shewolf in a Temple // (close)

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Day six and Galadrielle could only conclude that Dexter was a lovely Master. She had times went out when he was quite busy, but if not, she trained at his gym. She was a skilled fighter, yet had always favoured martial arts such as jiu jitsu and combining it with gymnastic movement to maximise her fluidity when fighting. But being Dexter’ slave, she found herself curious in practising the technique he excelled in; boxing.

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Boutiques // (close)

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Galadrielle pushed the skirt down her hips and let it fall to the floor. She detested shopping in boutiques and always favoured stylish coming over to her house with clothes chosen based on her preferences. She has yet to close the curtain of the dressing room cabin she was in.