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At Esota’s other flank, the big dawnling’s counterpart ushers her big grey in a little closer. Near enough that Osytha’s voice can carry... -
Osytha glances down into her mug, where some barest hint of her reflection stares right back from the low umber tide. ‘Want’? She...
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WIPCloud’s Keep born and raised, Cel’s family have been in the city for so many generations even they don’t really know where their...
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The sun was bright but not hot. Autumn still hadn’t decided to turn towards winter, even if there were few leaves on trees and the air...
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Gruki's face, on the other hand, was the mirror image of serenity. 'I much prefer their canoodling to your brooding, Syr,' she...
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Garuda reacted to Alouette D’aureville's post in the thread Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still with
honk.
CRACK Blood. A lot of blood. Redder than Roki's robes, redder than the tunic beneath Ketyl's puffy vest, redder than Lou's face when... -
Garuda reacted to Alouette D’aureville's post in the thread Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still with
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Ketyl blinked, a second needed to feel the sting of palm against cheek. Lips fell, teeth were shown, and nose wrinkled at the half orc's... -
Garuda reacted to Alouette D’aureville's post in the thread Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still with
Hype.
"No, Roki--" Lou was too late, he was already following after Ketyl, that look in his eyes. All her fault. He was hurt and it was her... -
Anger is met with anger. Innis startles up like she's been slapped, reels on Osytha, frayed edge against frayed edge. Hands at her sides...
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He lingered, scooted close like a proper man by his beau in the dark of a theater. Watching the show with keen interest, sneaking...
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“I knew I was damned from the very first swing of my hammer. I wasn’t nailing up our house. It was a coffin, with my Gigi still in...
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Ferrier’s terminal, docks The shroudlights lit up the pier, flickering off the neatly laid paving. Their golden tone was warm against...
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The Captain's office. Old haunt. Not a place Faramund felt he had any right being in, and yet here they were. Sipping tea. Listening as...
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Something about the single-mindedness with which Innis pores through those notes makes Osytha’s chest tighten up even more. She’d...
