[center][h2][color=skyblue]Marque de Bourdeaux[/color][/h2][/center]
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They had appeared. Growling, hungry wolfborn, monsters constructed from the nightmares of the human mind. Certainly no natural wolf could be so large or voracious, and no natural creature combust like paper to the flame. Yet despite these beings of nightmare so close by, so threatening, Marque could only concern himself in the matter... Of Dreams. The warmth, the passion, the key radiated such light that could only come from a burning human soul. It spoke to Marque, but not with words. It spoke in a more natural way, a primal way. The young man, he was [i]connected.[/i] Connected with the dreams of his master.

[color=skyblue][i]Gardevoir, heed my thoughts! Heed my feelings! Our lives stand upon the precipice of death! Aid is what we require, in whatever can be mustered! Please, your student beseeches you, aid us where death has overtaken so many before![/i][/color] Marque poured his heart and soul into the key, he bared his emotions, his fears, his desires, his longings. Without help, they would certainly perish. He came into these woods searching out Gardevoir, longing to meet up with his master more than anything! Now that desire only intensified at the doorstep of death...


[hider=Gear][list][*]cases of makeup
[*]Couple masks
[*]Two sets of clothes
[*]A wig
[*]Bag of coins
[*]"Proof" of affiliation to House Bryce
[*]Backpack
[*]1 days trail rations
[*]Outdoor blanket
[*]Flask of water
[*][/list][/hider]