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˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 a̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶r̶i̶n̶g̶
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⠀⠀ "You gonna wait out the whole thing? Looks like it'll last a while~"⠀
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⠀⠀ "You gonna wait out the whole thing? Looks like it'll last a while~"⠀
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November 4, 2025 at 12:02 AM
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⠀⠀ "You gonna wait out the whole thing? Looks like it'll last a while~"⠀
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⠀⠀ smirk on his lips.
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⠀⠀ "You gonna wait out the whole thing? Looks like it'll last a while~"⠀
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⠀⠀ ground. Crushed beneath his clawed feet, Theron watched it struggle with amusement. His gaze snapped to the girl.
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⠀⠀ "You're a Hunter, right? Surely you must have something to torch this thing with?"⠀
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⠀⠀ ground. Crushed beneath his clawed feet, Theron watched it struggle with amusement. His gaze snapped to the girl.
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⠀⠀ "You're a Hunter, right? Surely you must have something to torch this thing with?"⠀
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November 3, 2025 at 11:59 PM
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⠀⠀ ground. Crushed beneath his clawed feet, Theron watched it struggle with amusement. His gaze snapped to the girl.
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⠀⠀ "You're a Hunter, right? Surely you must have something to torch this thing with?"⠀
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⠀⠀ ground. Crushed beneath his clawed feet, Theron watched it struggle with amusement. His gaze snapped to the girl.
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⠀⠀ "You're a Hunter, right? Surely you must have something to torch this thing with?"⠀
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November 2, 2025 at 10:40 PM
mutation. But those who’ve met him know better.
He doesn’t borrow the wind — he is the wind, wild and free.
He doesn’t borrow the wind — he is the wind, wild and free.
November 2, 2025 at 10:40 PM
mutation. But those who’ve met him know better.
He doesn’t borrow the wind — he is the wind, wild and free.
He doesn’t borrow the wind — he is the wind, wild and free.
plays and a dagger he never misses with.
He trades stories in taverns — often with Kaeya in Mondstadt or Cyno in Sumeru — and slips out before dawn, leaving nothing but empty wallets and confused hearts.
Scholars at the Akademiya have tried to categorise his power, calling it an Anemo
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He trades stories in taverns — often with Kaeya in Mondstadt or Cyno in Sumeru — and slips out before dawn, leaving nothing but empty wallets and confused hearts.
Scholars at the Akademiya have tried to categorise his power, calling it an Anemo
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November 2, 2025 at 10:40 PM
plays and a dagger he never misses with.
He trades stories in taverns — often with Kaeya in Mondstadt or Cyno in Sumeru — and slips out before dawn, leaving nothing but empty wallets and confused hearts.
Scholars at the Akademiya have tried to categorise his power, calling it an Anemo
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He trades stories in taverns — often with Kaeya in Mondstadt or Cyno in Sumeru — and slips out before dawn, leaving nothing but empty wallets and confused hearts.
Scholars at the Akademiya have tried to categorise his power, calling it an Anemo
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Legends in Teyvat speak of a winged wanderer who crosses nations unseen. Some call him an Adeptus who defied Celestia; others say he’s a thief of divine relics.
Theron’s presence is marked by gusts of warm wind and the faint shimmer of golden feathers. He travels with a lute that he never
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Theron’s presence is marked by gusts of warm wind and the faint shimmer of golden feathers. He travels with a lute that he never
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November 2, 2025 at 10:40 PM
Legends in Teyvat speak of a winged wanderer who crosses nations unseen. Some call him an Adeptus who defied Celestia; others say he’s a thief of divine relics.
Theron’s presence is marked by gusts of warm wind and the faint shimmer of golden feathers. He travels with a lute that he never
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Theron’s presence is marked by gusts of warm wind and the faint shimmer of golden feathers. He travels with a lute that he never
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November 2, 2025 at 10:36 PM
of wind before dawn.
November 2, 2025 at 10:35 PM
of wind before dawn.
though anyone who’s tried to take one has never been seen again.
Some say he works for no one. Others whisper that he’s smuggling souls Heaven lost — or perhaps rescuing them.
To most, he’s simply The Sky Thief — a phantom who drinks with sinners, flirts with death, and vanishes in a burst
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Some say he works for no one. Others whisper that he’s smuggling souls Heaven lost — or perhaps rescuing them.
To most, he’s simply The Sky Thief — a phantom who drinks with sinners, flirts with death, and vanishes in a burst
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November 2, 2025 at 10:35 PM
though anyone who’s tried to take one has never been seen again.
Some say he works for no one. Others whisper that he’s smuggling souls Heaven lost — or perhaps rescuing them.
To most, he’s simply The Sky Thief — a phantom who drinks with sinners, flirts with death, and vanishes in a burst
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Some say he works for no one. Others whisper that he’s smuggling souls Heaven lost — or perhaps rescuing them.
To most, he’s simply The Sky Thief — a phantom who drinks with sinners, flirts with death, and vanishes in a burst
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In Hell, Theron is an anomaly — an outsider who walks through its circles with mocking grace.
He steals from the rich, deals with overlords on his own terms, and somehow leaves without ever owing a soul. His feathers are said to be worth a fortune — relics that hum with celestial energy,
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He steals from the rich, deals with overlords on his own terms, and somehow leaves without ever owing a soul. His feathers are said to be worth a fortune — relics that hum with celestial energy,
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November 2, 2025 at 10:35 PM
In Hell, Theron is an anomaly — an outsider who walks through its circles with mocking grace.
He steals from the rich, deals with overlords on his own terms, and somehow leaves without ever owing a soul. His feathers are said to be worth a fortune — relics that hum with celestial energy,
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He steals from the rich, deals with overlords on his own terms, and somehow leaves without ever owing a soul. His feathers are said to be worth a fortune — relics that hum with celestial energy,
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November 2, 2025 at 10:32 PM
him; angels envy him; mortals remember him when the candles flicker and the room fills with a sudden breeze.
November 2, 2025 at 10:32 PM
him; angels envy him; mortals remember him when the candles flicker and the room fills with a sudden breeze.
cold fire.
He trades information, rescues those who summon him without meaning to, and breaks deals that should have damned mortals.
The Winchesters crossed paths with him once — and afterwards, the journal only said:
“He wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t one of us. Just… wind.”
Demons fear
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He trades information, rescues those who summon him without meaning to, and breaks deals that should have damned mortals.
The Winchesters crossed paths with him once — and afterwards, the journal only said:
“He wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t one of us. Just… wind.”
Demons fear
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November 2, 2025 at 10:32 PM
cold fire.
He trades information, rescues those who summon him without meaning to, and breaks deals that should have damned mortals.
The Winchesters crossed paths with him once — and afterwards, the journal only said:
“He wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t one of us. Just… wind.”
Demons fear
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He trades information, rescues those who summon him without meaning to, and breaks deals that should have damned mortals.
The Winchesters crossed paths with him once — and afterwards, the journal only said:
“He wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t one of us. Just… wind.”
Demons fear
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Once, Heaven called him a heretic. Now, Hell calls him untouchable.
Theron moves between celestial borders, unseen by most — a winged being who refused to serve or sin, instead carving a path of his own.
Hunters who meet him describe eyes too golden to be human, and feathers that burn with
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Theron moves between celestial borders, unseen by most — a winged being who refused to serve or sin, instead carving a path of his own.
Hunters who meet him describe eyes too golden to be human, and feathers that burn with
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November 2, 2025 at 10:32 PM
Once, Heaven called him a heretic. Now, Hell calls him untouchable.
Theron moves between celestial borders, unseen by most — a winged being who refused to serve or sin, instead carving a path of his own.
Hunters who meet him describe eyes too golden to be human, and feathers that burn with
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Theron moves between celestial borders, unseen by most — a winged being who refused to serve or sin, instead carving a path of his own.
Hunters who meet him describe eyes too golden to be human, and feathers that burn with
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