The
Maw
by
Vuin
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Quenching
Anji
looked
down on the bunny herm who had tried to get past her and into the
arena, but now sat back against one of the stone benches with a look
of disbelief frozen on her face and her skirt laying on the ground a
few paces in front of her. It was a grave offense to interfere with
the Cull, but already today there had been exceptions made by
multiple parties. The look on the young rabbit's face had Anji pull
back her glaive, thrusting the pommel of the weapon ag

The
Maw
by
Vuin
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Politics and Hierarchy
Anji
stood
upon the circular walkway that overlooked the large, circular arena
floor. She stood up straight, her gloved right hand rested on the
shaft of her large ornate glaive. The large