#gpz

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Hefty footsteps would be the first thing heard of the Grey Prince’s approach, hefty footsteps and the brushing aside of undergrowth, muttering to himself about being lost. GPZ was making no attempts to hide himself, he didn’t care to. He was strong enough to break any threat with his bare claws.

“Bretta,” he calls, though he knows he’ll receive no answer. He’s scoured the kingdom from crown to ancient basin, with no luck. All he’s found himself is trouble, and the misery-inducing knowledge he refused to accept: she was gone. He had failed his only purpose in existence.