New Moon Tribe - A werecreature/shapeshifter RP **Now Open!!!**

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Jack Farley carried a massive load of wood through town, heading towards the orphanage.
 
Bertha also headed towards the orphanage, a basket full of surplus duck eggs and potatoes in hand.
 
"Hello, Bertha." Jack smiled, his broad muscles rippling under his skin.
 
"What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes glistening over with anxiety. "I'm f-fine." It was uncommon for her to speak more than three words at a time.
 

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